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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 19, 2005 20:50:16 GMT -5
"No problem, Quinn. My name is Vincent," replied Vincent. "It's good to know that there's someone I can talk to here." Another surge of pain reminded him that his shoulder was still badly wounded. "Quinn, do you have any -ow- ideas as to how I can stop this from bleeding?"
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 19, 2005 21:05:58 GMT -5
Averting his eyes from the alluring liquid dripping from the wound, the custodian nodded slowly, regaining his former look. Reaching into one of his pockets, Quinn brought out a roll of gauze bandage. "Kids get hurt at work all the time..." Without consent, Quinn quickly wiped some disinfectant on the bandage before wrapping it tightly around the arm. Pulling it tight, Quinn made sure it would stay in place. "That may be uncomfortable for awhile, but it should help the bleeding some."
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 20, 2005 12:51:54 GMT -5
"Thanks, buddy. Hey, do you have a weapon at all? Probably not good to go about here without a weapon," suggested Vincent. Vincent felt that now he knew someone he could trust.
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Post by Azan on Apr 20, 2005 16:33:21 GMT -5
(Can my character think he can stop bullets but really cant?)
“Matt you asshole get back to work!”<br>“I told you im not Matt, im Neo and your part of the system so I refuse to listen to you”<br>“Fine, get out you don’t work here anymore”<br>Matt stormed out of the convienient store where he had until just now worked at, Matt wasn’t an ordinary person, he thought he was Neo and that he was in the Matrix. As Matt was walking down an unfamiliar street he got a call on his cell. “Hello”<br>“Hello Neo”<br>“How did you know I am Neo, are you the Matrix?”<br>“…..Come to 1274 Wessen Street at 11:30 tonight, you will see what we have to offer you” And after saying that the odd muffled voice hung up.
Well if it is someone from the real world I need to see them, I guess I better get going, and I had better bring my 9 mil just in case.
Even though Matt thought he was Neo and thought he could stop bullets he still owned and used a gun, just because he said he hated and just plain sucked at martial arts and insisted that he could use his powers to make the gun stronger. Matt looked at his watch “11:20, well luckily im not that far from 1274 Wessen Street” Matt went into a run taking off in the direction of Wessen Street and upon arriving at the location he saw a group of people standing around appearing very tense.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 20, 2005 17:05:02 GMT -5
Quinn pondered while staring at each of his hands in sequence. "Weapons? No, never liked them," the custodian snuck his hands behind his back,"Just tools of murder... murder." Quinn shook his head as if with thought. A few visions pushed through his mind, none of which he really enjoyed thinking about. The red was everywhere... The large man's eyes glazed over again, making it seem as if he was about to cry once more. "Just tools of murder..."
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 20, 2005 17:10:06 GMT -5
"Hey, I understand, murder isn't fun," replied Vincent. "So, what do you think this is all about?" Realizing that Quinn was once again close to tears, he tried to comfort him again. "Hey, what's wrong? You okay?"
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 20, 2005 21:20:31 GMT -5
With his voice as droll as always, Quinn relplied: "I just don't feel very well. Something about this... I don't know why I even came." Part of him was telling the truth, though part of him knew that he simply sought... something different. Life was always the same for him. Everyday. "No idea why I even came."
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 21, 2005 12:45:39 GMT -5
"You know, now that I think about it, I don't exactly know why I came either," said Vincent. "Some creepy guy that knew where I was called me and just yelled. I don't get it..." Vincent was a little scared.
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 21, 2005 22:43:42 GMT -5
getting bored, Hannekin watched the tall one and the new idiot talking...
Hannekin thought to himself "isn't something going to happen, *sigh*, so bored, I wonder why every one else is, and I wonder why no one seems to know each other, I doubt they are all here uninvited..."
then getting bored with his thoughts, he glanced around the room and saw the window, walking over to it, he opened it, and walked over to open the other one, listening to the rain poor, he sat down where the rain was now sprinkling through the window, and relaxed at his new location.
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 22, 2005 20:02:00 GMT -5
(now the fun begins)
Victor caught a flash of movment out of the corner of his eye. he barley had time to move before all the windows shattered simultaneously, grenades rolling in with the glass.
"GET DOWN!" he bellowed as he grabbed the SMG, flipped over a table, and crouched behind it as the grenades went off. A brilliant flash of light illuminateed the room, and Victor's ears were now ringing, but there was no fragmantation, no shockwave.
Flashbangs? What the hell?
Victor rose from his crough in time to see about a dozen men in black kevlar rope through the shattered windows blazing away with FN P90 SMGs. The rain of fire forced Victor to crouch again. Most of the shots were heading into the celing though, as if they were'nt trying to hit them.
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 22, 2005 20:12:11 GMT -5
being close to the window at the time, hannekin just kicked away one of the flashbangs to the opposite corner and covered his ears and eyes...taking the flash and sound, hannekin then saw the men move and and fire their guns, yet not having vision enough yet to aim his gun, all he could do is run back towards the desk, where at least one other had jumped behind already...
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 22, 2005 20:13:02 GMT -5
Kevin stumbled about in the gloomy store, the roar of gunfire deafening him. The brilliant flash had made him disoriented. He moved out of the light to allow his eyes to adjust, then dropped to the floor and crawled under a table. From his hiding spot, he could see the chaos unfold right before his eyes. The men in black were quickly spreading into the room, using their automatic weapons to cover each other. Kevin saw Victor and the man in the white suit crouching behind an overturned table, and noticed his crossbow on the floor where he had left it. Looking around through the confusion, he saw that the others did not seem to have the slightest idea what was happening either. Kevin summoned up his courage, and scurried to the table where Victor was positioned, grabbing the crossbow as he went. He only had one bolt, as the others were all in the briefcase near the door. "What the hell is happening Victor?" Kevin shouted through the noise and smoke.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 22, 2005 20:13:58 GMT -5
His eyes blinded with a white fire, Quinn could only hear the gunshots, the explosions. The gunshots! The guns! Death... With a roar, the gigantic man charged toward them, swinging his trunks of arms around in wide arcs. Eventually, he felt something crack, though he couldn't be sure of what it was. Now, almost in a frenzy, Quinn charged about, waving his arms mercilessly. Soon, he could feel beanbags punching themselves into his skin. The pain soon caused the man to stop, and drop to his knees. His mind then went blank as he felt a syringe in his neck.
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 22, 2005 20:20:56 GMT -5
"Oh man!" shouted Kevin. "They killed Quinn!!" In a bold move that defied what Kevin was normally like, he stood up from the cover of the table and pulled the tigger of the heavy crossbow. The projectile whistled across the room and struck one of the mysterious attackers, but harmlessly ricocheted off the body armor the man was obviously wearing. Kevin was not ready for the slight recoil of the weapon, and was knocked back down behind the table, effectivley saving his life from the hail of machine gun fire that followed his attack.
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 23, 2005 12:13:09 GMT -5
Victor rose from his position, spraying two of the armored men with his 9mm. One fell, the other's kevlar saved him. Victor centered the gun on the remaining soldier when a burst of SMG fire tore the small gun into fine scrap metal. Victor fell backwards and rolled, pulling out the Andaconda as he rose again. He then began strafing a group of three of the men, his gun barking every few steps. One of the powerful slugs caught a man in his head, shattering his "bulletproof" visor and imploding the man's face. A second shot caught another in the forearm, blowing it clean off. As the man faltered, a third shell caught him square in the sternum, ripping through the kevlar like paper and coating the wall behind him in blood. As he took aim at the third man, he felt a sharp pain on the back if his head as one of the men hit him with a nightstick. Victor's world swirled and went black as he lost consiousness.
(if you haven't caught on, the whole point here is for all our characters to get knocked out. You don't have to know why, but it's essential to the plot. Trust me.)
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