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

Festy_Dog

First Post

• May 28, 2003

• #381

Clairemont Mansion
1st Floor – Reception Room

Isaac hears the crack and winces.

Who's got my shotgun?

Instinctively he places himself between the windows and the civilian women.

"Hurry ladies," he says, tensed for a fight.

Hmm, wish the attack dogs back at the station had this kind of endurance.

If the opportunity arises he'll leave the room after the others, but only if the civilians and wounded are out of the room.

 

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The Forsaken One

Explorer

• May 28, 2003

• #382

Well here goes nothing.

And with a cold and pale white hand that slides out from the sleeves of the labcoat she turns the doorknob.

"Isaac, get out of there!"

 

Fanog

First Post

• May 28, 2003

• #383

1st Floor - Reception Room
Clairemont Mansion

Damnit, she's not looking good. Can't walk on her own. Come on Am, you're going to pull through.

Fumbling around with the candle to free his other hand, Michael decided on clenching it with his teeth. He slides his other hand under her knees and lifts her off the sofa, intently watching the window give way.

We're not getting out of here before they break through!

Michael swings his head back, careful not to drop the candle and only just in time remembering that he can't speak with it in his mouth.

Shotgun, that's good. Might buy us the time to reach a safer room. Well sis, let's get moving.

Still facing the window and carrying Amisha in his arms, Michael walks backwards to the bathroom, where he won't be in Maria's line of fire. He looks at the Sergeant for orders, retreating to the bathroom if he doesn't receive any.

 

Keia

I aim to misbehave

• May 28, 2003

• #384

Clairemont Mansion
1st Floor – Reception Room

Anders merely his turned to regard the broken glass and snarling dog. Resignation in his eyes, Anders could see that it was time to move on . . . and move right now.

"Move it, people! The dogs of h*ll are barking up your butts! Through where Borzakovsky is so I can close these frellin' doors," Anders called out to those still in the reception area. I wonder if I throw it my little lunch if they'll give up on us. . . doubt it, Anders thought.

As they filed through Anders reviewed the reception area, making sure the door they had entered through from the hall was still closed as well. His hand felt comfortable around the beretta, but he didn't was to waste bullets on foes he could avoid.

When everyone was out of the bathroom, Anders closed the bathroom door behind him, taking the rear guard position.

"Keep everyone moving to another room, Borzakovsky," Anders called ahead.

 

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loxmyth

First Post

• May 28, 2003

• #385

Clairemont Mansion
1st Floor – Reception Room

Jacqueline's eyes crossed with Anders' for a moment before she beckoned slightly with her head. "Your man's headed this way, Sarge!" she called out to him, and then moved quickly through the door to join Yuri was at, waiting for Amelia to open the door. As she waited for it to open, she could feel her body trembling. Nerves, that's all it is, she told herself silently, though it had been a long while since anything had unnerved her so. She hefted the candlebra in both hands, the silver warm to her touch. She was prepared to hit anything that came through the door when the blonde woman had opened it.

 

KitanaVorr

First Post

• May 29, 2003

• #386

Clairemont Mansion

1st Floor – Stair Closet

Maria, Anders, Michael, Amisha, Isaac, Jacqueline, Yuri, Amelia

Just as you manage to squeeze themselves into the stair closet, the window explodes into shards of glass, the mangled bodies of two dogs crashing to the ground with a sickening thud. One twitched uncontrollably while the other stood up and stared directly at all of you.

Anders Carlson

Through a mixture of fear and adrenaline - healthy doses of both, you grab the door knob, slamming it shut just as you feel the door shaking under the assault of a dog's body.

Amelia Brogart

You open the door into darkness, but the edges of the light from the others reveal the shadowy shape of a organ in the far right corner. That's all you can see from where you stand. There doesn't seem to be any other noise than the breathing of your companions behind you and the thudding of the dogs against the other door.

 

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Fanog

First Post

• May 29, 2003

• #387

1st Floor – Stair Closet
Clairemont Mansion

Michael was halfway across to the bathroom, when he heard the Sergeant call for a retreat into the other door. He turned and carried Amisha into the small closet, following after the others.

As he hears the door shut close, he takes a deep breath through his nose trying to recover from the tension. Michael presses himself against the wall, giving Amisha some room to breathe and keeping the candle in his mouth away from the others.

God that was close...

Michael makes a sound and motions to his mouth with the hand supporting Amisha's legs, hoping that someone will understand what he's trying to say...

Will that door hold? I think we need to keep going, the door might be better than the stairs. Come on, girl. Wake up...

 

Festy_Dog

First Post

• May 29, 2003

• #388

1st Floor – Stair Closet
Clairemont Mansion

Isaac moves over to Michael, relieving him of his motuhful of wax.

"Hehe, might keep this as evidence now its got your teeth imprinted on it," he says, trying to be light-hearted.

... we haven't got much goin' for us...

 

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Velenne

Explorer

• May 29, 2003

• #389

1st Floor – Stair Closet
Clairemont Mansion

Amisha's head abrubtly snaps up in Michael's arms. She gasps and tries to take in her surroundings.

"I expected God to be taller..." she says in a thick, sleepy voice, "Oh hey Michael. What's goin' on?"

Whatever Yuri had given her was doing the trick, or maybe it was her own body's painkillers, but her shoulder felt as if it might as well belong to a different person. Wrapped as it was, she still found it hard to move and decided leaving it where it was seemed the most prudent choice.

"You can put me down, I think. Now where's that shotgun?"

 

Keia

I aim to misbehave

• May 30, 2003

• #390

1st Floor – Stair Closet
Clairemont Mansion

"Hmmm, those dogs don't like us much . . . Anyone see more than those two in there?" Anders asked trying to fomulate a plan.

So, which would be better to defend - the top of the stairs or another doorway. Height advantage with the risk of being pulled down or narrow opening and fighting them singly,[/] Anders thought through the strategy. Definitely the room, especially with civilians to protect.

"Let's go through into the room and behind another door. Moreno, Borzakovsky, make sure that room's clear. I'll cover this door and the stairs up," Anders said, then looking up the stairway and the ceiling.

Don't need any more frellin' surprises, Anders thought.