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

[Festy_Dog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

An expression of anger becomes very present on the old man's face.

"Look here, I'm Detective Isaac Goldstein of the RPD, and I have plenty of reason to be here. Civvy my ass! See that body? That means I have some investigations to do here. I'm police God dammit! The day some young guy like you starts pushing me around is the day a nurse has to push me around in a wheelchair! My abilities can only help you here boy so don't start getting on my bad side. I know what to look for in a crime scene, is this enough of a crime scene for you? You're not gonna get far if you're trying to find out what happened here without an investigator," with that Isaac stands up and looks around at everyone, he cracks his knuckles, "So where do you want me to start?"

 

[The Forsaken One]

A bit alarmed but not taken back by the gruesome scene that played itself in front of her Amelia pushes herself away from the cold marble floor. The cold feels unpleasant as it seeps into her hands again and the tickling quickly flows through her fingers. Soon she shrugs heavily and she feels goosebumps all over her body as her skin tightens.

Hmmm the headache is gone... that's a good thing and I'm getting goosebumps from this floor as well. Seem my body is heating up again after that long stay on that cold floor.

Slowly she gets up and shrugs again as she surveys the room while her left hand slowly slides to the back of her neck and examines the bump. Some ideas flash through her mind and she smiles to herself inside her mind. Massaging her temples for a moment as she ponders for a bit her eyes snap into focus again and her eyes carefully glide over the people in the room once more.

Selena... I will find out what happened to you... I swear. If they did anything to you I'll make them pay... I'll makem wish they're sorry they were ever born...

Amelia feels her heart throb in her throat as the adrenaline starts flowing through her veins. She clenches her fists and her eyes seem like great grey and twilight pits... but still... the once so beautifull glamoring spark has disappeared from them... Such a waste... Then she slowly takes a few steps from the wall and streches a few of her muscles.

Then she leans back against the wall once again and feels strengthened... by something.

 

[Gurdjieff]

Clairemont Mansion
Closet off Entrance Hall

"Ah man, grose!" Maria nearly vomits everything what's left in her stomach, but can control it. Blood is splattered everywhere, against every wall and every wooden shelve shows big red stains. Whatever was in here, it must have bled to death.

Maria picks up the bottles of cleaning agent and the pair of shears. She picks up the rest of the items as well, but throws them in the middle of the Entrance Hall, so anyone can pick them up they need them.

1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Walking over to Anders, Maria shows him the stuff she has found. "Cleaning agent, 2 bottles. Some rags and a broom, and this pair of shears. I'll be keeping the shears with me, as well as a bottle of cleaning agent. Never know when it comes in handy."

 

[Velenne]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Patel nods at Yuri, "I'll try to contain myself," she mumbles. Hearing his lecture, she nods again in agreement, looking at the Sarge.

She begins to head toward the garbage, looking for something with a high enough alcohol content to possibly use for fuel when blondey speaks up. She stops, touching the bump on her neck and looks at the others, her facing showing obvious concern.

"Sarge, if that's true, I don't think the people who put us here are just gonna let us stroll out. But Smith said there might be something useful in the vehicle and I agree with him. I'd even take a tire iron over a table leg." She thrusts the tableleg out in front of her with the bandaged hand, seemlingly to test its strength. She seems dissatisfied with the results.

 

[Keia]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Anders paused, letting Yuri have his run, but knowing that his voice carried and others were hearing it as well. “Yuri,” Anders started, “A full search of the area is a good idea, but, it took four of to drop one of those things and it was in a freaking closet. How do two of us handle more than one of those things? If we had gear, it wouldn’t be an issue – that would be the way to go. But it isn’t, we travel as a team, and we bring everyone with us.”

Anders turned to address the room, “People, I think its time for a little show and tell. We’re knee deep here and I think our odds are a lot better knowing everything everyone knows. Since I’m sure that some of you might be uncomfortable about that – I’ll go first. I’m Sergeant Anders Carlson, I and my team were sent here to download some data from a computer underneath this mansion. Now that we’re here, the layout of this mansion doesn’t fit what I was told. There were 12 in my team and the last thing I remember is being on the grounds and approaching the mansion. Currently, I’ve got two candles, a matchbook, a table leg, and what seems to be a small key to a cabinet or desk I lifted from that thing on the floor.”

" . . . So where do you want me to start?"

“Well, I think we’ll start with your car. We should all head out to the car and either get some of the rest of you out of here or take what we need from the car. I also want to search the grounds near where I last remember us being, . . . something happened there . . . and I want to know what. We may find the rest of the team outside as well.”

Anders nods to the comments and actions by Maria, saying “ . . . on the back of your neck.”

“Okay, who’s next?” Anders asks.

 

[Fanog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

It had taken Michael a while to overcome the sight and smell of the closet, and he felt that he hadn't really helped the Corporal all that much. Still, the search had yielded something useful, and he was happy with that.

Michael pokes his head out of the closet at hearing the voice of Corporal Borzakovsky.

Finally, they seem to be making some real plans. Hope some things will be cleared up soon.

While he is listening, things finally seem to find their place. Michael's spirits are lifted somewhat by hearing the Sergeant's speech. He's really interested to learn who the others are, and what they were doing in the manor.

Something in the words from the sergeant gives Michael a sudden idea. He strokes his chin and cheek with his hand, hoping to determine how long it has been approximately since he last shaved.

Hmm, how long have we been unconscious, anyway?

 

[Gurdjieff]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion


"Corporal Maria Moreno, reporting in." Maria says with a firm voice. "Following Lieutenant Jessica Bensonhurst as our squadleader, I was ordered to get to the core computer somewhere in this mansion, download vital research information, and get back out."

"Sir, I do not agree with you on going outside at this moment. It is dark, we lack decent lighting, and we have no idea what happened. The car doesn't seem to be in good shape, and I think if they stripped us they have stripped the car as well. Whoever they might be that is."

"Smith, I know it's unpleasent in the closet we just searched, but you are the engineer here. Could you check why the lightswitch didn't work? Or if you need tools for that, forget it, as we don't have them here."

 

[KitanaVorr]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion


Michael Smith

Your hands rub over the stubble of your beard, the rough edges prickling into the skin of your fingers. About two days worth of growth you gather - two days of which you remember nothing. But even as you rub your beard something cold runs along the back of your spine...and was when you realized you were sweating...but not from heat. In fact it was almost unnaturally chilly in the room.

Just then something flashed before your eyes - a memory? A memory of bright lights, odd shapes...but as soon as it came...the vision left, leaving you only with the sweating.

 

[Fanog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Michael stumbles out of the the closet, steadying himself againt the door post. He takes a few breaths through his mouth, trying to purge the stench from his nose, without success.

Two days... two whole days, at least. What could've happened during those days. A bright light? Come on -- focus, try to remember...

Michael brushes a hand across his face, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Smith, I know it's unpleasent in the closet we just searched, but you are the engineer here. Could you check why the lightswitch didn't work? Or if you need tools for that, forget it, as we don't have them here."

Damn, never thought of that. Come on, don't let this stuff get to you like this. You've seen blood before, don't chicken out now. They're counting on you!

"Erm, yes ma'am. I'm doing okay. It's just the smell, I think. Tools would help, but I'll see what I can find out without them."

Steeling himself once more and supressing a shiver, Michael turns around and heads back into the closet. By the light of his candle, he first checks the ceiling, to see if there's a lightbulb of any sort there. Then, he'll focus his attention to the switch and the wiring, trying to determine as much as he can.
While in the closet, Michael will keep an ear out for what's going on in the hall. He wouldn't want to miss anything important being said over there.

Two days, seems almost like an eternity -- shouldn't forget to inform the Sergeant later...

 

[Festy_Dog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Isaac moves over to the front door and checks if its locked.

"Well then, at least I can be certain my keys weren't locked in the car," he says, thinking of all the open doors, "I'd assume our captors have left a weapon of some kind in it."