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<blockquote data-quote="Caros" data-source="post: 3748419" data-attributes="member: 43842"><p><span style="color: Blue">[Jason]</span></p><p></p><p>Running like the wind, Jason reached the bottom of the bridge before the crowd, spinning off away from it he headed for his little home, a single story bungalo not far from the bridge. </p><p></p><p>The gun was loaded, a quasi-legal handgun that had slipped through gun registration back in the mid-nineties, and the news flipped on. He would catch the beginings of what the others had already seen and heard, a Riot, a burning building, a more recent explosion rocking the night. All unexplained.</p><p></p><p>[sblock=ooc]You just barely <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1238362" target="_blank">Make it</a> with one success. Winded but you don't have to stop and keel over in the street hehe.</p><p></p><p>[/sblock]</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Blue">[Mike]</span></p><p></p><p>With one of the best vantage points in the city, Mike probably knew more than many of the reporters covering the incident from the far side of broadway. The TV belted out reports of a riot, starting in front of one of the bars, spiraling out of control, fires being started and consuming that beautiful part of the city.</p><p></p><p>What they could not see was the stream of people fleeing away from the police barricade that had been set up on 8th street. Hundreds flooding down the bridge. They couldn't see the cars, getting more and more impatient driving through the ones who had tried to bypass the clustered walkways by jumping onto the roads. They couldn't see the bodies of people falling off the edge of the bridge as they struggled to climb around others.</p><p></p><p>This was no riot, it was a panic. And after a few moments of horrified watching, Mike would see that which they were afraid of. Behind the crowd came others, a slower moving group of perhaps a hundred, stumbling as if wounded after the others. With the congestion it was not long before they caught up to some, and even with the distance between himself and the bridge, mike could make out the groups swarming over any they managed to catch, brutalizing them, striking with their hands, feat, heads, whatever they could bring to bare. </p><p></p><p>No, mike knew it was no riot. In fact, a master of little bits of trivia and facts he knew exactly what he was looking at.</p><p></p><p>African Rabies. Zombies.</p><p></p><p>[sblock=ooc]We have a winner of who figured it out first hehe. I gave the basic knowledge of "what the hell is that" To Mike with his Encyclopidiac knowledge. Don't worry, most of you will figure it out soon enough.</p><p></p><p>In case you're wondering, you managed <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1238378" target="_blank">Two successes</a> which, in my book allows you to know what they are, and that something is seriously wrong (Finding 100 people who aren't vaccinated is almost impossible considering its so cheap =)[/sblock]</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Blue">[Darwin]</span></p><p></p><p>Gathering his weapons, Darwin hunkered down, making triple sure of the locks on his door. Eventually the car alarms died to nothing, though he could now easily make out the sound of sirens, police and fire not far up his street. </p><p></p><p>He was on the phone, leaving a message with his girlfriends machine when he heard the first thump. With the environment, it was enough to send a jump through him, as was the second, the sound recognizable now, hands pounding on glass. </p><p></p><p>Eyes followed the sound, settling on the glass of his front window, the curtains still somewhat ajar from his looks out. The reflection of his indoor lights made things almost indistinguishable at first, but as he looked, squinted, he could see a face.</p><p></p><p>It was a beautiful woman standing on his lawn, or at least it had been at one point. While one side of her face retained its youthful vigor, the opposite was ruined, a burn from the looks of things, streaching from the left side of her forehead, down over a ruined nose to her cheek and jaw, the flesh ripped but surprisingly bloodless. Her left eye was a mere white orb now, empty and obviously sightless, leaving her turned towards him with her right more often, something he would give thanks for, as it prevented him from being sick.</p><p></p><p>She looked, well she didn't look as though she would be alive, though her actions, pounding again and again at that glass made perfect sense with the amount of pain she must be in. </p><p></p><p>[sblock=ooc]And our second zombie encounter! *Snickers* I'm sorry, I've given you the hardest of the intitial ones to roleplay since she just looks like a brutalized human being. Try not to get bit![/sblock]</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Blue">[Ethan]</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue">"Breaking news 650, with John Gormly."</span> Came the rediculous announcement, arriving just in time as he phoned 9-11. The emergency signal was getting worse it seemed, For instead of waiting seconds, Ethan was still on 'hold' as he listened to the radio, leaning against his makeshift baracade.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue">"This is... well its just a catastophy folks."</span> Came the breaking voice of John Gormly, a self-appointed expert in the community, his voice gave the image of an overweight, angry caucasion, though in reality he was skinny and quite calm when spoken to in person. "<span style="color: RoyalBlue">Police have attempted to expand their blockade on broadway but... well the rioters are being difficult. With so few on duty night cops available, the barracade is actually under attack, with the police using everything from batons and stunguns to tear gas to keep the rioters at bay."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: RoyalBlue">"It is a bizzare scene out here folks, Five officers are already down, beaten viciously by otherwise normal people. We also have reports of at least a dozen dead among the rioters. Police are begining to... yes we have words that police ultimatums about lethal force have gone unanswered. They are shooting the rioters!"</span></p><p></p><p>A click goes off on the phone, the nine-one-one officer obviously misclicking as she tried to switch lines, hanging up on him. It was something to be concerned about, as the sounds coming from the ground floor grew. What was worse was the banging noises, bodies throwing themselves against doors.</p><p></p><p>Then came the scream, the first one being young and obviously feminine an initial shriek of terror, followed by another, The woman begging for her life, heard easily from only a few floors up.</p><p></p><p>[sblock=ooc]Alright, you do have a balcony, though on the third story up you're going to have to fall to the one below you, and then the one below that with I dunno, maybe dex+Athletics to keep from hurting yourself.</p><p></p><p>Sadly no fire axe. You've got an extinguisher if that helps hehe.[/sblock]</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Blue">[Arell]</span></p><p></p><p>Things are relitively slow in the house. Outside the epicenter of the major incidents life continued mostly as normal. Arrel watched simpsons, for there was always an epidsode of the simpsons on, no matter time of day or night.</p><p></p><p>Arrel's repeated flipping would leave him with mostly the same information as Ethan's radio, perhaps a bit more graphic with video, but less accurate in some ways, more sensationalist with video attached.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Blue">[Jim&Adam]</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: Blue">"We're leaving, she's coming with us."</span> came Adam's reply to the curious question on Jim's face as he returned. <span style="color: Blue">"There is a huge riot on Broadway, and... well lets just say I don't feel comfortable sending her home when she lives downtown."</span> He gave a nervous little chuckle as they moved to the till, quickly paying for their things, encouraging the staff, who mostly ignored them, that they should close up for the night.</p><p></p><p>Back on the street, Things were getting bad. From the moment one stepped onto 8th street they could see the smoke coming up in giant plumes from Broadway. Moreover they could see a wrecked car smoldering in the street, the former security chief from the looks of things. Business' everywhere were closing down, bars shutting their doors a little early as everyone rushed home, and the trio of them were no exception. <span style="color: Blue">"Jim, This is Annabelle, Just Ann."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: Blue">[Derek]</span></p><p></p><p>He could indeed see quite a bit from his window. Perhaps not as vast a view as Ethan, lower down as he was. What he could see was the condition of the crowd as they reached the base of the bridge. Many of them were beaten, cut, burned or just plain torn up. While some seem to have managed to survive unscathed, they were the exception, not the rule.</p><p></p><p></p><p>[sblock=Everyone OOC]Alright, should be fun continuing from here. I'm gonna try to work up a map to point out where you are all located for simplicities sake. Should be up with my next post assuming I remember. Hehe.</p><p></p><p>Any questions, post'em in OOC][/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Caros, post: 3748419, member: 43842"] [COLOR=Blue][Jason][/COLOR] Running like the wind, Jason reached the bottom of the bridge before the crowd, spinning off away from it he headed for his little home, a single story bungalo not far from the bridge. The gun was loaded, a quasi-legal handgun that had slipped through gun registration back in the mid-nineties, and the news flipped on. He would catch the beginings of what the others had already seen and heard, a Riot, a burning building, a more recent explosion rocking the night. All unexplained. [sblock=ooc]You just barely [URL=http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1238362]Make it[/URL] with one success. Winded but you don't have to stop and keel over in the street hehe. [/sblock] [COLOR=Blue][Mike][/COLOR] With one of the best vantage points in the city, Mike probably knew more than many of the reporters covering the incident from the far side of broadway. The TV belted out reports of a riot, starting in front of one of the bars, spiraling out of control, fires being started and consuming that beautiful part of the city. What they could not see was the stream of people fleeing away from the police barricade that had been set up on 8th street. Hundreds flooding down the bridge. They couldn't see the cars, getting more and more impatient driving through the ones who had tried to bypass the clustered walkways by jumping onto the roads. They couldn't see the bodies of people falling off the edge of the bridge as they struggled to climb around others. This was no riot, it was a panic. And after a few moments of horrified watching, Mike would see that which they were afraid of. Behind the crowd came others, a slower moving group of perhaps a hundred, stumbling as if wounded after the others. With the congestion it was not long before they caught up to some, and even with the distance between himself and the bridge, mike could make out the groups swarming over any they managed to catch, brutalizing them, striking with their hands, feat, heads, whatever they could bring to bare. No, mike knew it was no riot. In fact, a master of little bits of trivia and facts he knew exactly what he was looking at. African Rabies. Zombies. [sblock=ooc]We have a winner of who figured it out first hehe. I gave the basic knowledge of "what the hell is that" To Mike with his Encyclopidiac knowledge. Don't worry, most of you will figure it out soon enough. In case you're wondering, you managed [URL=http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1238378]Two successes[/URL] which, in my book allows you to know what they are, and that something is seriously wrong (Finding 100 people who aren't vaccinated is almost impossible considering its so cheap =)[/sblock] [COLOR=Blue][Darwin][/COLOR] Gathering his weapons, Darwin hunkered down, making triple sure of the locks on his door. Eventually the car alarms died to nothing, though he could now easily make out the sound of sirens, police and fire not far up his street. He was on the phone, leaving a message with his girlfriends machine when he heard the first thump. With the environment, it was enough to send a jump through him, as was the second, the sound recognizable now, hands pounding on glass. Eyes followed the sound, settling on the glass of his front window, the curtains still somewhat ajar from his looks out. The reflection of his indoor lights made things almost indistinguishable at first, but as he looked, squinted, he could see a face. It was a beautiful woman standing on his lawn, or at least it had been at one point. While one side of her face retained its youthful vigor, the opposite was ruined, a burn from the looks of things, streaching from the left side of her forehead, down over a ruined nose to her cheek and jaw, the flesh ripped but surprisingly bloodless. Her left eye was a mere white orb now, empty and obviously sightless, leaving her turned towards him with her right more often, something he would give thanks for, as it prevented him from being sick. She looked, well she didn't look as though she would be alive, though her actions, pounding again and again at that glass made perfect sense with the amount of pain she must be in. [sblock=ooc]And our second zombie encounter! *Snickers* I'm sorry, I've given you the hardest of the intitial ones to roleplay since she just looks like a brutalized human being. Try not to get bit![/sblock] [COLOR=Blue][Ethan][/COLOR] [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"Breaking news 650, with John Gormly."[/COLOR] Came the rediculous announcement, arriving just in time as he phoned 9-11. The emergency signal was getting worse it seemed, For instead of waiting seconds, Ethan was still on 'hold' as he listened to the radio, leaning against his makeshift baracade. [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"This is... well its just a catastophy folks."[/COLOR] Came the breaking voice of John Gormly, a self-appointed expert in the community, his voice gave the image of an overweight, angry caucasion, though in reality he was skinny and quite calm when spoken to in person. "[COLOR=RoyalBlue]Police have attempted to expand their blockade on broadway but... well the rioters are being difficult. With so few on duty night cops available, the barracade is actually under attack, with the police using everything from batons and stunguns to tear gas to keep the rioters at bay."[/COLOR] [COLOR=RoyalBlue]"It is a bizzare scene out here folks, Five officers are already down, beaten viciously by otherwise normal people. We also have reports of at least a dozen dead among the rioters. Police are begining to... yes we have words that police ultimatums about lethal force have gone unanswered. They are shooting the rioters!"[/COLOR] A click goes off on the phone, the nine-one-one officer obviously misclicking as she tried to switch lines, hanging up on him. It was something to be concerned about, as the sounds coming from the ground floor grew. What was worse was the banging noises, bodies throwing themselves against doors. Then came the scream, the first one being young and obviously feminine an initial shriek of terror, followed by another, The woman begging for her life, heard easily from only a few floors up. [sblock=ooc]Alright, you do have a balcony, though on the third story up you're going to have to fall to the one below you, and then the one below that with I dunno, maybe dex+Athletics to keep from hurting yourself. Sadly no fire axe. You've got an extinguisher if that helps hehe.[/sblock] [COLOR=Blue][Arell][/COLOR] Things are relitively slow in the house. Outside the epicenter of the major incidents life continued mostly as normal. Arrel watched simpsons, for there was always an epidsode of the simpsons on, no matter time of day or night. Arrel's repeated flipping would leave him with mostly the same information as Ethan's radio, perhaps a bit more graphic with video, but less accurate in some ways, more sensationalist with video attached. [COLOR=Blue][Jim&Adam][/COLOR] [COLOR=Blue]"We're leaving, she's coming with us."[/COLOR] came Adam's reply to the curious question on Jim's face as he returned. [COLOR=Blue]"There is a huge riot on Broadway, and... well lets just say I don't feel comfortable sending her home when she lives downtown."[/COLOR] He gave a nervous little chuckle as they moved to the till, quickly paying for their things, encouraging the staff, who mostly ignored them, that they should close up for the night. Back on the street, Things were getting bad. From the moment one stepped onto 8th street they could see the smoke coming up in giant plumes from Broadway. Moreover they could see a wrecked car smoldering in the street, the former security chief from the looks of things. Business' everywhere were closing down, bars shutting their doors a little early as everyone rushed home, and the trio of them were no exception. [COLOR=Blue]"Jim, This is Annabelle, Just Ann."[/COLOR] [COLOR=Blue][Derek][/COLOR] He could indeed see quite a bit from his window. Perhaps not as vast a view as Ethan, lower down as he was. What he could see was the condition of the crowd as they reached the base of the bridge. Many of them were beaten, cut, burned or just plain torn up. While some seem to have managed to survive unscathed, they were the exception, not the rule. [sblock=Everyone OOC]Alright, should be fun continuing from here. I'm gonna try to work up a map to point out where you are all located for simplicities sake. Should be up with my next post assuming I remember. Hehe. Any questions, post'em in OOC][/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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