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

[The Forsaken One]

He might very well have a point... This might just be one big test centre, right here, a few miles from Racoon city...

But then it starts to sink into her. Several images flash through her mind mingling with pictures from her past. Things that could have happened to her little sister, things that... that.. that she worked on. Memmories of a not so distant past are like pictures in a slideshow when she closes her eyes.

My little sis, my dear dear sis...

A single tear rolls over her cheeck as she faces the floor again hiding her face behind her long blonde hair. She makes a fist with her right hand and silently slams it against the door behind her back. She mutters something softly under her breath...

"Those bastards... ba..ba...bastards... I'll make'm pay for whatever they did to her... But first I must find out... now..."

Whiping off the single tear she regains her normal breathing rythm and continues to lean back against the door putting her weight against it.

 

[The Forsaken One]

Taking a deep breath she relaxes her body again and looks at the men who are searching and prodding around the fireplace.

Calm now Amelia, get a grip of yourself. You aren't like this normally, just keep your wits together and you'll be just fine. It will all come to you if you just relax and keep things under control... control...

Another idea springs to mind and memmories from plans and results at work race through her mind like a slideshow but she quickly waves it off.

That styled T on that matchbox... Didn't I see that around at work somewhere... hmmmm... it looks so familiar but I don't recall where I saw it or what it's about.

Her heartbeat picks up again and her headache snaps back into focus as it obviously isn't over yet. She can't help it how she feels now, too many conclusions and things that could be going on race through her mind. She tries to keep convincing herself it all isn't real but it is, and it's frightingly real.

Would they have screwed up... it would explain the muscle here... Yes, they are just send to cover up and deal with the problem in some way.. or maybe... maybe they didn't even know what and these marines were sent in to find out... maybe...

It would be the perfect oppertunity... all of us here, by bad luck, accident or orders... We would be perfect testsubjects indeed. Yes, they could just be taking the oppertunity an would give them... a live test with human subjects... they couldn't...

Amelia takes a deep breath.

My god...

 

[Gurdjieff]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Looking for a good place to put the two candles Maria got from Carlson, she walks around the room a bit. She listens at every door, feels the doorknob if it's locked or not.

As Patel smashes the wooden table, Maria walks over to her.

"Nice thinking Patel. And nice kick as well. Can I keep one of those sticks with me?" She asks, looking at the possible torches or weapons, just what the situation requires them to be, grabbing one.


"You think its worth chasing after the spy?" Asks Carlson as Mike tells about the person who dissappeared. Maria doesn't answer the question, but runs to the door and pulls it open.

 

[Keia]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

"Sir, the woman, Sir, she just left through that door. Shouldn't we go after her, she might know something we don't."

"Euhm, another things, Sir. This dust and candles have got me thinking - it kind of reminds me of lab conditions, Sir, where an environment is created specifically to test something, to see how a subject responds to certain stimuli - it's often used in psychology and medicine. Sir, it feels a bit like we're, ehm... lab rats, Sir."

"If that's the case, maybe we're being watched as well. Maybe we should watch out for surveillance equipement, microphones or cameras."

"Surveillance equipment and the like would run on electricity, right, meaning there ought to be some lights around here, too. Check the panel then look for cameras and the like. I'd like to not have to spend time in the dark tonight," Anders says as he motions Smith to the panel. As an afterthought, he gives one of the candles to Smith.

Seeing Maria head off after the spy, Anders just shakes his head briefly and tells Borzakovsky "Corporal, you're in charge here, no one leaves this room, I'll be back in two."

Usually it's me rushing into an area with Maria covering me. She must really be freaked not to have her weapons to drop tactics like that. Anders thought as he found a good grip on the table leg he received from Patel. Anders then moved to the door.

 

[Creamsteak]

(I lost my original post... damnit.)

Son of a Bitch!!!

Jac grabs whatever just attacked her and throws it to the ground while protecting herself. She then steps over her thrown opponent, and sizes it up. If it's armed, Jac gets ready to disarm the thug, and will then take the time to interrogate the percieved asassin. If it doesn't appear armed, she gets ready to break this stupid ers neck.

 

[mistergone]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

Seeing Maria head off after the spy, Anders just shakes his head briefly and tells Borzakovsky "Corporal, you're in charge here, no one leaves this room, I'll be back in two."
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"Yes sir... Watch yer back!" Yuri continues to poke about the fireplace and panel area. "Patel, give us a hand here too, eh? Bring over one of those table legs... maybe we can, uh... use it to poke around."

 

[Festy_Dog]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

"Patel, give us a hand here too, eh? Bring over one of those table legs... maybe we can, uh... use it to poke around."

Isaac chuckles at the statement, then stands back up and starts inspecting the area around the fireplace closely, looking for switches and the like in particular (even a book case).

Heh, can't rule out the bookcase lever. So obvious that people would find it hard to believe. Heck, I find it hard to believe but at least I'm checking.

"With any luck I'll find whatever opens the panel before it gets smashed," he says with a touch of humour.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Clairemont Mansion

1st Floor – Entrance Hall

Yuri Borzakovsky, Michael Smith, Isaac Goldstein

You pour yourselves over the fireplace. It is a grand thing with carved marble and mahogany panels decorated with intricate carvings on the sides. On either side of it, a tall thin bookcase with dusty books stood half empty. In side the fireplace is nothing, not even ashes. It looks very clean.

Your fingers dip into every dusty cranny, pulling book after book and replacing it with little success. Where could it be? Something to open this damned panel…something to release its riches to the world. In the darkness, your search seems in vain, your eyes hurting from the strain.

Isaac Goldstein

There it is! That little knob on the finial…it didn’t look completely right. If it weren’t for your eyes, you would have missed it completely in the darkness…the dim light fading with each passing second. Your hands touch the small carved leaf, the only one with a snake twisting about in clutches. A leaf killing a snake? How odd.

As your fingers press it, the panel pops open with a slight ping. A little more work prying and a gaping maw about thirty centimeters wide and long appears in the wall. You can’t see anything inside though no matter how hard you peer. Only a black void in the wall with unknown secrets waiting for you to plunder

Maria Moreno

You rush toward the door, whatever reasons beating your heart a bit faster. As your hand curls around the cold doorknob, throwing light into the dark room to bring to your eyes a scene that even war had not prepared you for.

Anders Carlson

Just a step behind Maria, your hands grip the makeshift weapon with determination that flees from your eyes at the sight that greets you. Replaced by stark cold fear and nausea, you almost don’t want to believe it and pray that it must be the trick of the lighting. It must be…

1st Floor – Closet off Entrance Hall

Jac Nguyen

The pain is indescribable, but the horror of being eaten alive is even worse. You can feel teeth rubbing against your bone, your flesh being shredded below cloth. Despite that, your focused mind yells at you to free yourself and twist you do within the creature hellish embrace, but it holds fast, the smell of its fetid flesh threatening to overwhelm you with nausea.

Anders Carlson, Maria Moreno

You stand there in shock, in horror, with a stomach that feels as if it had eaten something as rotting as that creature that now held the beautiful spy in its grasp. Eyes listless…rolling in impossible directions. Flesh warping and falling off in clumps with every movement Jac makes.

All you can hear is the gnawing.

All you can smell is the blood.

 

[Creamsteak]

"I've had worse, you ing canibal..."

Jac stares out at the opening door and gasps a bit. Then, she turns back to the creature mauling her shoulder. "You stupid bastard, had you just stabbed me you could have killed me."

Slowly, and carefully, almost seductively, Jac whispers a little spanish into her aggressors ear, as she thinks about how quickly she's going to kill him, "Ahora este pequeño soldado va a ayudarme a batir la mierda fuera deusted."

 

[Velenne]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion

As Carlson and Moreno were heading over to the door the civvy had gone through, Patel went to one of the expensive-looking tapestries, and, pulling it off the wall, began tearing it into strips to use for torchcloth.

"Patel, give us a hand here too, eh..."

"Almost done, sir."