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

[mistergone]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Yuri tears a strip off the curtain as best as he can.

No disinfectants, no nothing... this is not good. Hm.. it's a mansion, right? If it's a real mansion, there's gotta be a wet bar around here.

"This might sting." he says to the asian woman and carefully tips the candle near her wounds and gently taps it so as to let a few drops of melted wax drip into the wounds, then sets it carefully nearby on the floor. Then he begins to wrap the curtain strip around the woman's shoulder, crossing it under her arm and across her torso under her other arm. While he does this, he brushes her hair back and subtley checks the back of her neck for the infamous bump that everyone else seems to have so far.

At the Sargeant's query, he glances up, "Not bad, considering that thing got a couple good chomps on her." Then, "Hey Sarge, don't go to far, you're not exactly unscathed either. And Patel, I definately want to check you out." Yuri winks at Amisha.

When he finished wrapping the wound, he ties the strip off tight.

"Try to not move that shoulder around too much for a while." he smirks. Try not to run off and get killed by monsters, ya crazy b*tch.

He picks up the candle and looks around for Amisha. "Next?" Then as an afterthought, " Oh hey, Patel... get that vase from the table you busted up."

 

[Velenne]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Patel glances at the scratches on her hand, then back up at Carlson with a nonplussed look. Being a good soldier, though, she begins to head over toward the Corporal before averting her path and snatching up the vase.

She looks frustrated -frustrated that the thing was fast enough to get to her, but moreso that she wasn't able to return the favor in any meaningful way. She could handle a few more stupid scratches if it meant getting her hands on a ing gun...

 

[KitanaVorr]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion


Anders Carlson

Everything about the body disgusts you, revolts you, even as your fingers squish among its torn and rancid flesh. The clothes...what clothes that hadn't been wrecked...looked like that of a civilian. No identification - just a body - but after a through search, your fingers touch something metallic and you pull out a key. Some small affair that looks like it belongs to a locker or a cabinet.

Amisha Patel

The crystal vase feels cold in your hands, the dead flowers no longer smelling sweet. Inside there is some yellow-brown water, perhaps a few centimeters of it at the bottom swishing around as you bring it to Yuri.

Yuri Borzakovsky

You managed to stop the bleeding for now, at least, but the smell from the wound bothers you and you know that you desparately need a first aid kit to properly treat the wound. On the back of her neck, you feel again that strange bump in the exact location as yours...as the others.

Closet off Entrance Hall

Maria Moreno

Your hands feel along the wall, past the paper lining, hitting a few shelves. It is certainly too dark to see more than a few feet in front of you at most. Your fingers touch a light switch, but the clicking did not illuminate anything. The smell of fresh meat tickles your nostrils.

 

[mistergone]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Yuri looks at Amisha's arm.

"Well, I got good news and I got bad news. The good news is...you're still gorgeous. The bad news is, you won't be able to get my name tattooed in that spot now." He smiles at her. Hold this. He hands Amisha the candle, then proceeds to rip another, smaller, strip from the curtain.

Such a cold fish, he thinks, looking at Amisha, I wonder if she was always this hard? Maybe it's just the situation... hell, I feel like my insides have turned to jelly myself... but she just seems so... hard. I'm SO attracted to her.

"Say, is there any water in that thing?" he gestures to the vase, then gets ready to wrap her wound.

 

[Velenne]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Amisha just flashes him a dark grin and thrusts the vase into his chest. He's just trying to lighten the atmosphere, but I'm in no mood for flirting. Besides, we need to stay sharp. She wasn't about to say so to a superior officer, though.

The Private looks down at the candle, "We going to make torches outta these or just let them burn out? It's already too dark in here,"she looks around for someone not doing anything, still holding her hand out to Yuri in case he's going to wrap it, "Snap out of it Smith, and help me out here."

 

[Fanog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Damnit, they're probably right. Why are we in this mess anyway - it isn't supposed to be like this, or is it? Why won't the Sergeant get everyone together, talk thing over and decide on a plan to get us out of here?

"Smith, give Moreno some light and search that closet with her. I want anything we can use: clues, things to defend ourselves with, anything."

Wordlessly, Michael accepts the candle. He picks up his table leg again and walks over to the closet, lighting the candle on his way over.

Sergeant seems to be doing okay. Better get over there now and help the Corporal. Still, I think we'd benefit from sitting down and discussing things. We're missing something, just walking around, grabbing bits and morsels, left around for us to find. We have to think about this, and break out of here. Maybe I should suggest it? Maybe later, for now, let's just help the Corporal.

As Michael is on his way to the closet, he hears Amisha calling him. He turns to see what she means. As she asks him to help, he shrugs a bit and points to the closet, indicating that he's needed there. The look on his face is one of remorse and defeat.

Sorry Am, I'd like to help you out, talk a bit underwhile, just to sort things out. I can't though, gotta go now.

Michael steps into the closet, and moves close to the Corporal. As he sees her, the rebuke from her and the older man comes back to mind.

"Sorry, ma'am."

He doesn't have the energy to further explain, he just hopes she'll know what he meant. Michael holds up the candle to light the entire room. With the defeated look still on his face, and his mind full of doubts and worries, he begins to search the closet.

 

[mistergone]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Yuri looks in the vase and frowns.

"Forget that idea."

He places the vase on the floor and proceeds to wrap Amisha's forearm with the strip of curtain and secures it tight so as to not interfere with the movement of her arm.

"There you go, don't do anything crazy with that arm... you know, like try to give me a big hug... not for a while at least."

"Oh, and as for the torches... good idea, maybe, but this curtain material... I think it'll burn up pretty fast... we have no fuel to keep a torch burning. You'll get a really bright flame then be stuck holding a burning stump. But maybe I'm wrong." Yuri shrugs.

"I say we find as many candles as possible, and hopefully there's enough for one per person. Do we even know that the lights don't work in here." This last part he says to no one in particular, but rather loud enough so that anyone relatively close might hear.

But to Hell with the lights.. has anyone even tried the front door? Let's just get the Hell out of here... abort the mission.

He goes over to Carlson. "Sarge, I need to talk to you a moment, " he says in a low, serious tone.

 

[Keia]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Anders examined the key in the faint candle light. Huh, a cabinet or desk maybe? he thought.

He goes over to Carlson. "Sarge, I need to talk to you a moment, " he says in a low, serious tone.

"Yeah, Borzakovsky, what do you have?" Anders asked as he moved a few feet from the others motioning for Yuri to follow him.

We need to start operating more as a team and to do that, I'm gonna need more intel from our new friends here. Then, a course of action. Perhaps we should head outside and search the car and perhaps the drop zone. That's the last thing I remember, Anders thought.

Once a distance away from the others where they could speak somewhat privately, Anders focused on Yuri and said, "Okay, go."

 

[KitanaVorr]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion


Isaac Goldstein

The woman doesn't seem to be responding to your words, her fingers still on the picture of her sister, her thoughts seemingly millions of miles away. Around you the soliders seem to be pulling themselves together, albeit still shakily.

Yuri Borzakovsky

Amisha's injuries seem slight to you, mere scratches but a good bandage wouldn't hurt to keep the wound from getting too infected. Her neck reveals to you yet another bump.

Closet off Entrance Hall

Maria Moreno, Michael Smith

The light from the candle seems very meager indeed, but what it illuminates doesn't make you or your stomach any better. So much blood in here, whatever had happened before the other woman had entered hadn't been pleasant. Pools of the congealed crimson stood in wide puddles, seeping into the wood below it.

The shelves looked dusty with boxes here and there, filled with mostly inconsequential things such as household cleaners, brooms, various nick nacks to keep a home running smoothly.

So far all you could find was two bottles of cleaning agent, a broom, three rags, and a pair of shears.

 

[mistergone]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

"Two things," Yuri says to Carlson, "First, I've noticed something unsual on the people I've examined... and I'm assuming it's the case for everyone here. Feel the back of your neck? Lower.... Feel that? I got a bump on my neck just like it, so does Patel, so do at least two of the civilians. I'm not sure, but I think it's a swelling where something was injected into us. I think it's the cause, or result of, all of us blacking out. I don't like it. It's strange. And wrong."

"The other thing is - and I know I'm out of line here - but I think we should get these civilians out of here. Maybe put them in that car outside. They shouldn't be here, we got enough problems. I don't want to be resposible for them. Hell, that one ran off and into the grip of that... thing. They're an uncontrolled factor. Now, I do think we should question them, find out what the Hell they know and why they're here, but they're a liability. Lock em in a room or whatever, but they need to be contained."

"Oh yeah, and I know, again, it's not my place, but I'm freaked out here, so I'm just throwing out ideas... but I think we should search the nearby rooms for the rest of the team. Especially for the Lieutenant. She might know what the Hell is going on. There's what? Five of us? I say two teams of two, and someone stay with the civilians. Just my recommendations sir, I know we haven't known each other for long, but consider my point of view... I gotta keep my team alive, and the best way I can see to do that is to get them out of this place... away from..." he waves an unsteady hand towards the corpse,"...monsters, and I have a real bad feeling there's more of those around, and maybe hoof it to the town nearby. But first, we gotta check for other... survivors? What are we now Sarge? Victims? Our mission is fubar. We gotta cut our losses."