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Post by Umbrafire on Jul 10, 2005 17:36:10 GMT -5
"Goddammit!" As a silent tear rolled down Vincent's face, he wondered why it was that he cared so much about his fellow prisoners. Vincent poked his head out of the window, but quickly retreated when the right brake light exploded. Very carefully, Vincent guided the barrel of his shotgun out the window, and pointed it back, attempting to aim at the oncoming car. Vincent pulled the trigger, and the front right tire ripped apart as sparks flew and disappeared in the cold night wind. He ducked inside, just barely avoiding multiple shots pointed at his head.
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jul 10, 2005 21:08:24 GMT -5
Meanwhile, the dust was settling in the roadside ditch where Kevin had landed. The sirens and gunfire were now receding into the distance. Slowly, Kevin got to his feet and climbed out of the ditch on the side away from the road, and surveyed his surroundings. The sirens were gone now, out of even his exceptional earshot. The only sound was the constant falling of raindrops. Kevin strained his poor eyes to see what was around him. As they adjusted to the dim moonlight, he finally realized his situation. Although his eyes couldn't see most things that were there, he could definitely tell when something wasn't there.
And that's exactly what was out there. Nothing. And Kevin smiled. For the first time since the dreadful operation, a smile spread across Kevin's new bat features. He turned back to the road, and in the distance he saw more light. Probably the lights from the city. Kevin turned full circle, back to the empty plains on the outskirts of the city. And Kevin began to laugh.
"Middle of nowhere," He said out loud to himself. "Population: Me."
And still laughing, he wandered off into the wasteland.
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Post by GamerMan on Jul 17, 2005 2:45:15 GMT -5
Hennekin, now began to try to take aim with the sniper he had along, but found the car moving made it impossible to fire. ditching that plan, he took the M-4, and began slowing firing single round bursts at the driver of the cars behind him, getting a shot or 2 in between every time he had to duck to avoid getting shot. on his 5th shot, hit, as the car spun off the road the next one drove in and he began taking aim at that one too.
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jul 26, 2005 21:04:46 GMT -5
Kevin walked a fair distance. Then he walked a little more. After that he walked some more. Then he got bored and started to walk instead. When he got hungry, he just kept walking. If he was thirsty he drank the rain that fell non-stop as he walked. Finally, Kevin became weary, and sat down in the mud.
Kevin was not sure how long he sat there. In fact he was not sure how long he had been walking. But he was very hungry and there was nothing to eat. He looked around. His poor vision made worse by the dim light. It must be dusk. Or dawn. Or maybe a solar eclipse. Or maybe a full moon? Kevin noticed a dark shape directly in front of him. He crawled over to it. Finding it was a shrub of some kind, he pulled the leaves off and began to chew them.
Kevin continued to sit. Then after an unknown length of time he stood up and began to walk again.
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Post by Umbrafire on Jul 26, 2005 21:10:17 GMT -5
Vincent dug in his backpack, and found what he had been searching for, a grenade. Pulling the pin, he held it in his hand for just a few moments, before sticking his arm out the window and lobbing it towards the oncoming car.
A searing exlosion ripped apart the vehicle as Vincent stuck the top half of his body out of the sun roof with dual automatic pistols, and bullets rang through the air, as anger coursed through Vincent's veins.
Why? Why did they do this to me? I'm not human, I have nothing left! Who would do that to someone? I'm not a test subject, goddammit! They took away everything I ever had! I'm nothing now! Nothing!
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It was Officer Peterson's first dispatch. There was apparently some group of large men that stole a bunch of weapons and made off with a vehicle of some kind. Not exactly the kind of job Peterson had in mind, but they said that there was no risk, Peterson was riding with his more experienced partner, they were going as backup.
As it turned out, backup was even more mandatory than they thought.
Peterson's police car pulled up behind the van, and both officers found themselves staring at the flaming remains of their mutual friends' car, officers Argento and Frost. When Peterson and his partner turned around, a large hairy sort of creature protruded from the sun roof with two large pistols. Pulling out his own pistol with a shaking hand, Peterson's thoughts strayed to regret before leaning out the window. He aimed the pistol at the creature's head, and then for a moment, lowered the gun.
I can't kill a person! Why did I ever take this job?
A loud roar erupted from the "person's" throat, and bullets from his dual pistols rang through the air.
That's no human, thought Peterson as all regret left him, and he raised his weapon and fired.
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Vincent's eyes began to roll into the back of his head, and he slumped on the back of the van. Although doctors around the world would have pronounced Vincent's brain incapable of thought by this time, one last thought escaped his mind.
Why?
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 26, 2005 21:20:34 GMT -5
(...I take it this means our RPers are losing interest when they start killing off their characters...****...I didn't realize you were all waiting for me. sorry.)
The van screamed around a corner and then into an alley. Behind him, Victor could see the squad car tailing him crash into a streetlight, causing several others to crash into that car, effectively bloocking their persuit.
Looking into the back of the van, he saw Vincent lying still, but he did'nt look long enough to notice where the wound was.
"sh*t! Will one of you two check him? Now?" Victor said in a commanding tone.
Several minutes later the car rolled to a stop inside an abandoned wharehouse. Victor got out and went to close the building's rusty steel doors.
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jul 26, 2005 21:22:55 GMT -5
((I didn't kill off my character))
Kevin continued walking, oblivious to the violence in the world around him. He didn't know why he was walking, or where he would end up. He didn't really care either.
As he walked, he noticed something.
The rain, It. . . stopped?
The rain had stopped. As he walked and as he thought, the rain had been slowing down. Now it was gone all together. Kevin turned back the way he had come. Darkness was all he could see. He heard a distant thunderclap. Turning back to face his destination, he was greeted by equal darkness. Or perhaps. . . there was a ray of light?
Kevin continued onward, away from the city of perpetual rain.
I hope I never end up in that city again
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 26, 2005 21:27:10 GMT -5
(to quote the late Vincent "Why?")
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jul 26, 2005 21:28:12 GMT -5
( to quote no one in particular, "why what?")
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 26, 2005 21:31:06 GMT -5
(why is everyone leaving the rp?)
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jul 26, 2005 21:32:26 GMT -5
(just Jiub left I think)
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Post by Umbrafire on Jul 26, 2005 21:33:52 GMT -5
(i only left because I felt that my character was getting too godly...i prolly shoulda stayed, but oh well,i kept forgeting to post anyway)
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Post by Niccolo on Jul 26, 2005 21:34:39 GMT -5
(what about you? leaving the area where the entirety of the rp takes place certainly seems like leaving.)
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Post by Lobstrosity on Jul 26, 2005 21:36:29 GMT -5
( perhaps I'll be back)
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Post by KiddoFreak on Jul 31, 2005 2:26:32 GMT -5
(Okay, don't think I've stopped caring about this one, I got some plans for Quinn, I've just been waiting for my opening to post again. I'm going to be gone for a few days... so if I don't post, that's why. Anyhow... let's try to get some kind of post in before I go.)
The scraping of the rusty doors on the cement shocked Quinn to awareness again, in the midst pelting rain and deafening gunfire, the wolf-man had faded out, becoming nearly unconcious. Slowly turning his half-human face towards the front of the van, Quinn noticed that the bear moreaus was laying on the ground - limp. Sliding across the floor, the man examined the other more closely. "He's dead..." His already glazed and empty stare did not change in his normal eye, his wolf side took on an angry demeanor. There was a conflict in him then. For the first time in many years, Quinn felt the urge to cry. He felt the urge to feel loss. The wolf felt the need for revenge. It was then that the man felt something warm on his paws. The illumination in the van was poor, and he had to look carefully through his animalistic eye to recognize the substance for what it really was. Red! "Canis... you need to learn to cope with what you did, it was perfectly natural to want revenge on those that wronged you so." The doctor's voice fell upon dying ears, though there was finally a spark in the man's eye - she had said something that made him react. "I told you... that isn't my name anymore. I can never feel that... bloodlust again. It was... it was..." Pain Shredded through Quinn's every fiber - human and beast - disrupting his thoughts, destroying his composure, eliminating all rationality. A ruff growl eminated from deep within the wolf's new throat. Quinn's teeth were bared. His eyes were bloodshot. His vision was blurry. His mind was red. Everything was red. Releasing the rage, the wolf-thing jumped to his feet, claws digging into the top of the van. Without any further thought, a screech echoed through the warehouse as a chunck of the van was ripped from its body. His senses locked onto the only other living thing anywhere near him. The rat! Red, the color of passion. Red, the color of loss. Red, the only color in Quinn's whole damn life.
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