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((Just going to do a quick post, as i'm strapped for time)) "WE ARE AT THE SECOND FLOOR!!!! COME WHOEVER YOU ARE!! SIRUS?!" To hell with negotiating the treachorous impasses of a dark hallway. Hearing the voice of a S.T.A.R.S officer was all that Sirus needed to haul ass up the staircase...

((Anybody who wishes to respond to his call is free to do so.)) Ten seconds... No time to think about anything but keeping a heart beating... Sirus cocked back the hammer as silently as he possibly could. It wasn't enough retain the presence of stealth. The pained and labored breathing of...

((Let see if I can write myself out of another corner... and pick up where I left off...)) "Listen Hera..." He didn't care what toll his little stunt had taken on his body. It was a matter of pride for him. There's no way that he'd be able to take out something moving that fast regularly...

((I'm not actually finished with this one, yet I must post. So i'll get back to this one later.)) Sirus staggered up the staircase, which had admittedly seen much better days. Tiny beads of perspiration streaked down his forehead as he rounded the bend. He had more than good reason to be...

Sorry, it's been so long guys. As you know, summer is the hardest time on rper's, what with people making you get outside and go places and all. I"m currently in the deep south, within a town where boredom reigns supreme. I have to walk at least a mile in this blazing heat just to reach a...

((OOC: I understand perfectly. ANd you have my permission)) Yes it was true. Hudson was exhausted. But he was happy. He was satisfied, and he was discovering that he was bruised more than he was cut. The endorphinal high dulled the pain of the glass. All he wanted was just a moment to be high...

"Hudson, get out of there!" Yelled both Hera and Jake. Hudson had seen why: The large metal bird contraption was going straght for him! Was it out of control? Was it trying to attack? No time to think! Hudson's energy had shot directly down to his legs as his body began to move, nad partly...

"And let you have all of the fun? I think not!" Hudson had absolutely no idea as to where the commotion was coming from until turned himself around. He drew his blade as he had attempted to locate their opponents. They must've been among the strangest things he had ever seen. Were they...

((Let's see if I can write myself out of mine. I apologize for any typos.)) Hudson had felt a slight change in their energy levels. Were they slowing down? They probably noticed him lagging behind. Such were his human limitations, and they as such burned at him. He couldn't help but get a...

Thisis... rather morbid talk. Ia something going to get nuked?

It was really strange. There were obvioussigns of some sort of the disturbance. The scattered assortment of brooms, mops, and buckets were a clear indication. But what? Sirus pondered, as hunched down into a sitting position against the wall. Was there an evacuation? For the moment, it seemed...

Did Leon love that grenade launcher or something? Just how many damned grenades did he have? There wasn't any time to ponder. The ceiling above their heads was beginning to collapse. Sirus took off with a start, heading for the door at full speed. The hospital lay beyond the door. He stopped...

((OOC: Attempts to revive... Oh, and sorry if I screwed up any facts or points. Sleep deprivation and all)) "What the hell dude!" Raegan was having an inner argument with his other personaliy. "Didn't I tell you that I had prepared everything?" "Well yeah, but... Wait, seriously, you...

"Dammit!" Hideous sins against nature were the last thing that Sirus expected as a hail of gunfure let loose over his shoulder. He barely had time to pick up his gun before his feet began moving on his own. Maybe it was black people anda history of avoiding gunfire? Maybe it was the...

"Well we have a problem...the door is locked...I guess we could either: A) Blow the door with a grenade and take the risk, or B), try to open it by other means. What do you suggest?" "Well do you know where we could find a key?Seriously dude, it's like it's just one dilemma after another!"...

Sirus was in a more of a rut now than he had been the last time he had come across those filthy rot-boxes. True, he wasn't risking getting face eaten off, because he had more important issues to deal with: Withstanding the malodorous and mephitic stench of the sewer. He had to stop himself from...

((OOC: I'm not planning on killing off my character)) "COME! We don't have much time! Let's reach the hospital before it's too late!" Sirus was puzzled now. By all respects he should've become a zombie hours back. At least if anything that he'd seen in the zombie movies was true. "No..." He...

"Name? Name is Sirus. I-uh, was with this woman named Selena I think. would've died without her.... " He surveyed the room with his eyes, leaning his body weight up against the wall before slowly sinking down to the floor. Sirus was very exhausted. He had fought, he had run, and he had come...

"Hello? Hello!?" Damn, no answer. Was he already dead? If he actually was a S.T.A.R.S member, then chances were that he wasn't. His motion and movement stopped as he pondered for a moment. Like a thnderbolt, the obvious solution had struck him: he had been in the control room the whole time...

((oh, and check this site out http://zombiedefense.org/main/index.html)) "This is STARS Police Officer William A. Kennedy, is anyone alive? I repeat, this is Officer Kennedy, is anyone alive? I am currently in the Control Room down in the sewers, and I am planning heading to the Raccoon City...