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Jul 23, 2009 22:39:28 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Jul 23, 2009 22:39:28 GMT -6
Hmm...
I'll say B.
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Jul 23, 2009 22:42:41 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Jul 23, 2009 22:42:41 GMT -6
F for the lulz.
And A for teh boring seriousness....
I change to B for teh boring seriousness.
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Jul 24, 2009 14:17:16 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 24, 2009 14:17:16 GMT -6
You'd rather not move into the aisle, the cultists are beginning to funnel into the cinema. You leap over the first row of seats rather quietly, surprising yourself with your agility. This is easy, just like in the movies.
You get cocky at this moment, deciding it might impress Isabella if you show off a bit. You roll sideways over the next row, landing stylishly on your feet. "Quit fooling around!" She whispers angrily from the front. "Watch this." You tell her, oblivious to her irriatation. You attempt to flip over the two rows udner the belief that you can clear it with ease.
You step back, priming yourself for a slight running start. You take off as quickly as the limited space will allow. You lean foward, grabbing the top of a seat with both hands. You sling your legs up and over, feeling very confident in the beginning. As soon as you release the seat though, you know you have messed up. Your momentum propels you too far forward as you soar right over Isabella. "Oh lord." Her palm meets her face as she watches.
"Oh shi-" You crash into the elevated base wall, the impact thundering throughout the cinema. "Intruders!" The man in the robe shouts as he points directly at you. "Capture them and bring them to me. Kill them if you must however." His voice conveys a bored tone, he really doesn't care whether his subordinates kill you or not.
"Get up and fight!" Isabella is already at your side, gunning down men and women in yellow raincoats as they draw near. "O...kay." You groan as your upright yourself. It would seem the impact with the base has left you in a slight daze. She shoots a man in the face that was about to grab you, saving you by mere milliseconds. "Thanks. This is my fault." You apologize in the midst of the battle, narrowly avoiding the swipes of long knives the cultists have begun brandished. "Just shut up for now." Isabella says nothing else as she parries a stab intended for her heart, snapping the neck of the person once she is behind them with a violent crack.
Shit, it's definitely a good thing I didn't attack her before. While admiring the combat prowess of your companion, you are unaware of the man mounting an offense at your back. He shoulder tackles you into the wall, restraining your arms with his own as he holds you in place. "Get off me!" You shout. You feel a sudden surge of energy overcome you, one that fills you with strength.
You ram your head back, coming into contact with his nose. "Ooow!" He screams in pain, the green plastic of his mask crinkling along with the shattering of his bone. "Now, night night fucker." You taunt, shoving your gun into his face and pulling the trigger. Blood splatters onto several other cultists along with the wall. "You're next." You take one of them by surprise by blasting a hole into his head from behind. His sudden death alerts the others around him, who swarm you in hopes of disarming you of the gun.
Despite the new stength you are feeling, you can't overpower four opponents simontaneously. Relieving you of the handgun, they drag you onto the small stage they have erected. They present you before their leader, Isabella held prisoner alongside you. "
"It would seem they have discovered us, my children. Try as we might, our valiant efforts to remain hidden were unsuccessful. It appears that they have even gathered recruits for their cause. Tell me boy, has she told you why she wants what is within this case?" He raps on the silver case with his knuckles, glaring directly into your eyes. "Don't believe him, he's mad. He-he's just trying to brainwash you." Isabella's voice cracks as she talks, it would seem you haven't been informed of everything.
Vitality: 80% Apparel: ? Entourage: Isabella Keyes 90% Weapon (1 max): Handgun Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 2
A) Ask Isabella if she is working with a terrorist, if her intentions even involve helping anyone but herself
B) Ask if she is an agent of the government, perhaps she didn't explain everything for the sake of national security
C) It doesn't matter, you just want to wipe the smirk off this lunatic's face
You have leveled up. The only purpose the level serves is to track how powerful you are. I might expand upon it later but for now, it is merely to track your growth. And this choice will determine whether Isabella is friend or foe for the time being. It will also have a major impact on the story. (That I have yet to develop. <_<)
Also, do recall what the italics around the name represent. Isabella is in danger, she could either be mortally wounded or perish this early into the story.
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Jul 24, 2009 14:27:09 GMT -6
Post by Veta on Jul 24, 2009 14:27:09 GMT -6
A.
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Jul 24, 2009 14:51:16 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Jul 24, 2009 14:51:16 GMT -6
C.
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Jul 24, 2009 15:49:08 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2009 15:49:08 GMT -6
C
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Jul 24, 2009 16:45:17 GMT -6
Post by Matt Ruinoff on Jul 24, 2009 16:45:17 GMT -6
A. Who knows, she MIGHT BE WORKING FOR PETA.
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Jul 24, 2009 17:25:27 GMT -6
Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 24, 2009 17:25:27 GMT -6
A
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Jul 25, 2009 20:38:50 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Jul 25, 2009 20:38:50 GMT -6
A
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Jul 26, 2009 13:12:24 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 26, 2009 13:12:24 GMT -6
Please let him be lying. "Why do you want the case? Surely you don't...." You are unable to finish your sentence, knowing good and well that you have have been duped by the look in her eyes. Isabella turns her head, avoiding your face as she talks.
"You American pigs destroyed my hometown. We did nothing to you, nothing! My parents sacrificed their lives so that my brother and I could survive. I watched my family friends, whom I had known all my life, die before my very eyes. Some of them in my own arms. Do you know what that is like?!" She has faced you again by the time she is finished, tears streak her face while a fiery passion has been renewed with her.
"Now then, I'm sure you were simply fooled by this lovely face. Don't worry, that won't be happening again." The man smirks then motions for one of his subjects to bring him a knife. "With this, I shall cleanse the Earth of this succubus. You'd best pray for a swift death, wench." The man cackles as he waves the knife over his head, possessed by a maniacal rage. "You had better do the same, Sean" Isabella spits in the man's face, defying him to the very end.
Without pause, he rams the knife into her chest, the blade aimed directly for her heart. "Aaah." She groans, the cold steel slicing through flesh like a hot knife through butter. The cultists holding her release her arms, which causes her body to crinkle into a motionless mound. "NOO!" You scream, struggling desperately to escape.
"It is all right, my child. Soon you shall be one of us." Sean withdraws an unfamiliar substance from a sleeve, which he then extends toward your face. "I'll go to hell itself before joining you!" As if by divine intervention, your right arm is freed thanks to your frantic thrashing.
"Fuck you." With your free arm, you strike the cultist holding you in his children bearers', relieving you of yet another threat. As Sean hastens his hand to your face, you kick his wrist, which blasts the white powder into the air. The majority of it is blown into his face. He coughs once then drops the ground, disabled by his own tool. With the powder still in the air, cultists all around you are scampering off the stage to avoid inhaling the possibly deadly concoction. You shield your nose and mouth with the crook of your elbow, remaining low to the ground as the powder mysteriously stays afloat.
You check Isabella's pulse, it is so faint that you nearly dismiss her as dead. The knife must not have penetrated deep enough to strike her heart. You spot the case resting by its lonesome however, presenting you with a chance to take it from the hands of people with sinister intentions, but you might not be able to carry Isabella with the case in hand....
Vitality: 80% Apparel: ? Entourage: Isabella Keyes 10% Weapon (1 max): Handgun Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 2
A) Leave the case, Isabella needs immediate medical attention.
B) Retrieve the case but leave Isabella, she deserves to die for not telling you the truth.
C) Gently lift Isabella then attempt to grasp the case, you aren't a heartless bastard like these pitiful excuses for people.
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Jul 26, 2009 13:16:24 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Jul 26, 2009 13:16:24 GMT -6
A.
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Jul 26, 2009 13:24:17 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 26, 2009 13:24:17 GMT -6
And do make the correct choice. As Sean mentioned, what is within the case is very well capable of altering the landscape of the mall.....
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Jul 26, 2009 13:47:03 GMT -6
Post by Matt Ruinoff on Jul 26, 2009 13:47:03 GMT -6
B! Isabella needs to die early, so she can become a zombie.
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Jul 26, 2009 13:51:49 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Jul 26, 2009 13:51:49 GMT -6
A
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Jul 26, 2009 16:39:15 GMT -6
Post by BastionCon on Jul 26, 2009 16:39:15 GMT -6
To show that I hold no spite, C.
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Jul 26, 2009 18:13:07 GMT -6
Post by Kong The Jester on Jul 26, 2009 18:13:07 GMT -6
A
I change to C
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Jul 26, 2009 18:31:05 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2009 18:31:05 GMT -6
c
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Jul 26, 2009 20:29:51 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Jul 26, 2009 20:29:51 GMT -6
C
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Jul 26, 2009 22:32:48 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 26, 2009 22:32:48 GMT -6
Damn me for being such a nice guy. Releasing a frustrated sigh, you take in a large breath as you sling Isabella over your right shoulder. You stagger on your knees while clunking toward the case, she is light but even on your knees it is a considerable effort.
You take the silver case in your left hand, your right resting on Isabella's legs to keep her steady. "Get out of my way. Can't you see I've got my hands full?" You tell a cultist who stumbles into your path. "Would like some help with that?" He suddenly asks you. "What the hell? Are you serious?" You are flabbergasted by his courtesy.
"Of course not, I'm just testing how foolish you are. Sorry." He actually apologizes to you before attacking, thrusting a knife at you from under his coat. "But you don't want anything to happen to THIS, do you?" You place the case between the knife and your stomach, which acts as a ward to the brainwashed man. He stops himself before touching it, terrified by the mere sight of it.
"Interesting. Now clear the way before I smash whatever's within." The cultists that stand before you grudgingly step aside, their faces obscured by the green playmasks. You know their faces are etched into scornful glares for defying their leader as well as incapacititating him. You leave them behind as they dare not pursue you, held back by suspicions Sean has planted into their minds about the contents of the case.
You toil with Isabella still on your shoulder until you have reached Jill's Sandwiches. "Just...sit there for a minute." You collapse onto the floor after planting her into a booth. You must have inhaled a bit of the powder as your vision is beginning to distort. The red trail of the latina's blood snakes up the carpet, which has been stained an even deeper red. You fall to the ground but catch yourself before you hit it. Your hands land directly in the trail but you keep them there for a moment.
The crimson fluid feels warm to the touch and very soothing, almost soothing enough to rest in. "Stay awake. If you fall alseep, you're both dead with all the zombies running about." You plant a knee on the ground as you begin to regain your senses. That is when you see the case lying on the floor, open.
A small canister resting on soft velvet holds an almost otherwordly lifeform within. Words cannot describe what it looks like, you know only that it is fearsome despite its size. It can't be any larger than six inches but you immediately become fearful of it yet you feel the desire to open the canister and touch the creature. "It's so beautiful yet...terrifying." You chant as you draw closer to it. Your hand hovers above the open case, trembling as you gaze at the netherly being.
You can resist no longer, deciding to take the silver canister in hand. Your hands move of their own accord as the knowledge of releasing the creature enters your brain. With a final twist, the pressure held within it is released in a small gust.
The creature inside wails as you drain the amber liquid surrounding it, a siren-like sound that keeps you entranced during this task. You blink once, which breaks the trance. The creature is gone now. "Where'd it go? Hey!" You shout as you feel something scamper up your back.
You laugh as the tiny creature's legs tickle the span of your back, stopping at top of your spine. Your eyes grow wide with the realization of what is happening. It has paralyzed you somehow, locking you into place so that it may do as it pleases. You can't cry out once it begins to burrow into your skin, some drill bit appendage working its way through your flesh.
A tear wells up in your eye once it has come into concact with your spine. The pain of having this parasite of sorts burrow inside you is indescribable but it quickly subsides, leaving you in a drug-like state with the possession of dull senses. You discern through the haze that it is working its way up your throat somehow, heading for your brain.
You feel it inside your skull shortly, attaching itself to the base of your brain. It pinpoints certain receptors within your cranium then thrusts its legs into them. A sharp tinge later and a surge of energy overcomes you. You fall face first as your body recovers from the paralysis. "AAargh!" You unleash all your frustration in a single roar, feeling where the creature had drilled into your spine. The skin there is perfectly smooth as though nothing had ever happened.
Did...did that really just happen? You work around every inch of your head, double checking some places before you are certain that you did not hallucinate. The empty canister on the ground ensures that single detail. "Well whatever that thing was, it's inside me now." You say aloud, almost forgetting about Isabella.
The knife is still protruding from her chest but it is also stifling the bleeding somewhat. You hoist her onto your shoulder again, noticing that she almost appears weightless. "Ha ha ha!" You squat to the ground and rise several times in succession, not feeling the slightest bit fatigued. "Holy shit!" You can't help but exclaim after stepping forward. You feel as though you could run the Tour de France without breaking a sweat. Still chuckling like a schoolboy, you take off through Paradise Plaza.
No zombie has any hope of grasping you as you juke by them, even taking the opportunity to occasionally floor one of the undead with a jab to the face. You stumble upon a lone door during your expedition. Being driven by curiosty this time, you enter and proceed down the hallway to find a warehouse of some kind.
It is in here you stumble upon Frank again, a dead wasp and several headless zombies around him. "Damn, what'd you do?" You ask him in hopes he'll reveal his secret. "This damn thing was trying to sting me so I flattened it. As soon as it died, the zombies all started convulsing and their heads exploded!" Frank exclaims, making absurd motions with his hands. "Crazy. Listen, we need help." You show Isabella and the knife to him.
"Follow me then." Frank leads you to an elevator toward the rear of the warehouse. The ride up is morbidly silent as you feel her breathing become more erratic. "Through here." Frank then guides you through a narrow ventway, which you are somehow able to drag her through.
"This is the Security Room. It's safe here so don't worry but let's skip all the introductions for now." Frank leads you into a small room with monitors that must observe the entire mall. The blonde woman and man in the corner watch silently as you lay her on the green mat.
With a sick squelch, you pull the knife from her chest swiftly. Frank stifles the bleeding soon after with assistance from the man, who motions for the other woman to leave the room.
She obliges him, leaving you to observe. "We stopped the bleeding and it looks like the knife didn't strike any major organs. She's lucky, it was only a matter of time until she could have bled to death. The name's Brad Garrison." You shake his hand but don't reply, your eyes still fixated on Isabella. She betrayed me but I still felt compelled to help her. Well, I'm just fickle like that.
With Isabella safe and recovering, you appear to have found a palce of safety. A quick exploration reveals nothing of note except that the quarters are tight and confined. "Thank god there's only few people in here, this would be hell if there were anymore of us." You tell Frank after looking everything over.
"You already know I'm a reporter so I'll cut to the chase. How'd she get like that?" Frank prods. "Sorry if I don't exactly feel like sharing. That's something I'll be keeping to myself." You walk away, leaving him with nothing but a face full of air. It seems you have a bit of down time, though there are several things you could do.
Vitality: 100% Entourage: Nobody Weapon (2 max): Handgun Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 5
A) Ask Brad about any possible pharmaceuticals, you want to hasten Isabella's recovery in any way possible
B) Chat with the blonde woman, she was clearly distrubed by Isabella's gruesome injury and might need comforting
C) Speak with Frank, ask if he's done anything since you last saw him in the Entrance Plaza
D) Watch the monitors while observing Isabella, something exciting is bound to happen on them eventually
E) Go onto the roof for some fresh air, the thin confines of the Security Room are depressing
F) Take a nap, maybe Isabella will have awakened by the time you come to
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Jul 26, 2009 22:43:14 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2009 22:43:14 GMT -6
A
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Jul 26, 2009 22:57:53 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Jul 26, 2009 22:57:53 GMT -6
B. Because Jesse deserves to live. For once..... Besides, MC got Izzy last time. Not complaining, but a change of pace is always nice.
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Jul 27, 2009 0:04:50 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Jul 27, 2009 0:04:50 GMT -6
I'll say B as well.
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Jul 27, 2009 1:18:21 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 27, 2009 1:18:21 GMT -6
The buxom blonde appeared to be in need of company. With this goal in mind, you pursue it by passing through the monitor room, where Brad is keeping a close eye on both the screens and Isabella, into the vent area.
There is where you see her sulking in the corner, her back to you. "I didn't catch your name before." You ask once drawing near, garnering her attention by placing your hand on her shoulder. "Oh, Jesse McCarney. I just don't like the sight of blood. It's not something I like to gloat about, you know." Jesse chuckles, the ice has successfully been broken.
"Then stay away from the rest of the mall. It's a walking corpse fest out there." Your lame pun somehow makes her laugh, lifting your spirits considerably. "I'm sorry, it's just that this job is depressing at times. Brad and I work for Homeland Security. I really can't tell you anymore without breaking numerous laws." She apologizes to you with an awkward chuckle, she seems to lack the resolve that Brad has gained from years of experience.
"Don't worry, I don't want to know what's happening. All I care about now is getting out of here alive and in one peace. Preferably not by myself." You wink at Jesse upon delivering the last word, gaining a brighter smile than adorned her face before.
"Well that's something you and I would both like but we really don't know when it's going to happen. Until we're done with our investigation, HQ ordered Brad and myself to remain at our posts here until further notice." She informs you. "Are you kidding me? That's bullshit, they can't expect you to stay here with zombies running amok." You want to add the let's run away together but feel that it may be too sudden, you just met her.
"Besides, communications have been down the past few hours. Something or someone is interfering with our signal, absolutely nothing is getting through. So we're in the same boat as you. We'll just have to make the most of it. It's my turn to watch the monitors, Brad's been taking the brunt of it lately." Jesse waves at you before entering the monitor room, where she assumes the seat occupied by her partner previously.
You follow her, having nothing better to do. "You again, are you stalking me? No better tasks than to watch me?" Jesse asks in a playful tone. "No better tasks? It's never a waste of time to chat with a beautiful woman such as yourself." Your flattery of Jesse causes her to blush profusely, which allows you adopt a sly smile. Allowing the woman her moment of silence, you glance up at the monitors.....
Vitality: 100% Entourage: Nobody Weapon (2 max): Handgun Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 5
A) spotting a man running through Al Fresca Plaza, he is charging directly into the zombies.
B) seeing a woman struggling with a man in the Entrance Plaza, they are surrounded by dead bodies and he is dragging her toward the book store with a sick expression on his face......
C) witnessing a man pointing a gun to a woman's head in Leisure Park, the cameras from Paradise Plaza can see them by the doors. A third man is gripping an axe, he appears ready to assault the man with the gun.....
D) to find nothing interesting. Just the typical zombie hordes that occupy the mall now.
E) Create Your Own Scoop
Also for any scoops, choose whether not someone will accompany you. You can choose up to all 3 if you want: 1. Nobody 2. Frank 3. Brad 4. Jesse
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Jul 27, 2009 1:30:20 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Jul 27, 2009 1:30:20 GMT -6
A sounds like fun.
I'll change to C.
Frank and Jesse.
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Jul 27, 2009 1:31:54 GMT -6
Post by praetorian on Jul 27, 2009 1:31:54 GMT -6
I'll vote C 2.
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Jul 27, 2009 2:59:17 GMT -6
Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Jul 27, 2009 2:59:17 GMT -6
Allowing the woman her moment of silence, you glance up at the monitors witnessing a man pointing a gun to a woman's head in Leisure Park, the cameras from Paradise Plaza can see them by the doors. A third man is gripping an axe, he appears ready to assault the man with the gun.
"Shit, look at this Jesse. Somebody needs to get down there fast before it escalates any further. I'll go, just tell the others where I went." You prepare to rush off by yourself but she grabs your hand. "Not by yourself your not. I'm coming too, I want to be of more assistance than just sitting a chair all the time. Besides, I know how to fire a gun." She takes your handgun from your grasp, then aims it expertly at a place on the wall. If she were to pull the trigger, there is not doubt in your mind that she would hit it directly.
"All right, but if you're coming too, we might as well bring a little more additional help." You leave Jesse quickly but return just as swiftly with Frank in tow. "We'll need your help Frank. That guy seems to be holding her hostage and the third person is eager to take action. We need to get down there before anyone is hurt. Let's go." You order, storming to the vents in a rush.
"I'll leave a note for Brad I suppose." Jesse jots a few words down on a post it then slaps it onto the monitors, following quickly so that she doesn't lose the two of you.
"Wait a second, don't you have a weapon?" Frank asks before calling for the elevator, noting the lack of said item in your hands. "I gave it to her. Besides, I don't need one." You march into the elevator when it arrives, leaving a perplexed Frank to follow. "Thanks for this by the way." Jesse whispers as you ride down, happy that she was able to accompany you.
"Whatever, but don't cry to me if you get bitten. I won't be watching your back the entire time we're out here." Frank takes the lead out of the elevator, suddenly filled with an uknown frustration. "What's eating him? I didn't even say anything." You ask Jesse as you follow. "I don't know but let's focus on the task at hand. Helping those people." She helps you to keep things in perspective, this is no time petty squabbling.
Frank bashes in the head of a zombie with his lead pipe after entering Paradise Plaza. Upon your entrance of the plaza once again, you know that you will become very familiarized with this place during your time in the mall.
"They were over by the entrance into Leisure Park. That way." You point to your right and assume the lead now, making sure that Jesse is in the middle of the trio. "Don't go out there just yet, we want to avoid scaring the man with the gun." You advise as you watch from within the plaza.
"....I told you I loved you Bridget. I gave body and soul to you. And in return, you ripped my heart out then tore it into a milion pieces. I'm here now to do the same with your brain." The man with the gun is practically sobbing, the barrel pressed against the back of the pretty blonde's head.
He is a skinny man adorned in a simple white wife beater and Wrangler blue jeans. His accent is very thick, he must originate from the deep south. His hair is greasy and covered in dandruff, he hasn't bathed in several days. The stench must be ungodly, that just makes things worse. He is even lacking shoes, for all you know he is a homeless man that has taken refuge in the mall. His face is hidden from view due to his back being to you.
"Don't do it, Bob. You know she never did anything like that. She told me that you stalked her like a maniac all across the country." The man with the axe states calmly though his grip on the weapon betrays his tone.
"Of course she said that! She's a lying whore that destroyed my faith in people. I LOVED you." Bob enunciates the word, prodding Bridget with the gun once again.
She cries out then says, "Bob, I never did anything to hurt you. You appeared in my dressing room, brandishing a knife. I had to call security in and they accidently broke your gift when you struggled with them. Please, I never meant for it to happen. John, please stop him." She breaks out into tears, which serves only to infuriate John, who must be the man with the axe, more.
"He's at his breaking point. Let's go." You emerge from Paradise Plaza through the doors with Jesse and Frank at your rear. "Put the gun down." You command Bob, motioning for Jesse to take aim. She pegs a bead on the back of his head the pulls the hammer back. "I know you heard that, she can kill you from this range easily." Frank interjects as Bob is alerted to your presence.
"I can kill her before the bullet reaches me though. Fire and I take her with me." He threatens, keeping his finger primed on the trigger. "Come on Bob, just let her go. I promise we won't do anything to you if you release her." John pleads desperately.
You take note of John's appearance in the ensuing silence, he has a very muscular frame thanks to working outside for a living. Judging by his tan and the white creases along his knuckles, you deduce that he likely works with concrete in some form or manner.
His shirt is black and tributes the Southern Rock band, Lynrd Skynrd. His denim jeans are the typical choice of most American citizens and his ensemble is completed with a pair of brandless tennis shoes. His bangs hang just above his eyes while the strands on the side of his head flow over his ears, obscuring them from view. He has a fair amount of five o'clock shadow as well. His hazel eyes possess a fire that is screaming for blood.
You move silently around Bob, catching a glimpse of the front of Bridget for the first time. Her golden blonde hair flows straight to her shoulders, parting around her ears. She has matching diamond earrings that appear to be very expensive. Her beautiful blue eyes are clouded with tears, which streak down her smooth face in beads.
Her shirt is a white tanktop that exposes a great deal of her navel. It is low cut and has a V neck that reveals a small portion of her underlying black bra. Moving down said V neck, you see blue rhinestones that are merely for decoration. Her shirt seems ready to burst at the seems due to her bust, which you would rank as akin to Jesse's.
Though she is on her knees, you can see from a side view that her shorts are extremely low cut as well. They conture perfectly around the bubble, how she stays in such great shape you know not. (For an image of the shorts, imagine Kay's from Dead Rising but simply black.)
The shorts have silver stones along the belt line, which glisten in the setting sun. Her footwear are black heeled boots that ride up to just below her knee, zipping up along the side. A stylish capital B has been stitched into them, which the zipper splits, a design that only a professional could accomplish. Awe struck by her beauty, you can only surmise that she is a model. (A good baseline for Bridget is to imagine the curves of Isabella with the bust of Jesse.)
"I see you over there. Stay still or I swear to fuckin' God, I'll shoot." Bob demands. You grit your teeth while staring directly at John, he is ready to make his move. You nod to him, signifying that you will act soon. The fate of this woman hangs in the balance, you must act very carefully if she is to live another day.
Vitality: 100% Entourage: Frank West 100%, Jesse McCarney 100% Weapon (2 max): Nothing Inventory (4 max): Nothing Current level: 5
A) Distract Bob so that John may make his move, he is the closet person to the crazed fan
B) Reassure him that you mean no harm, you will even go so far as to lie down to appeal to him
C) Ask Frank and Jesse to speak with Bob, perhaps they can convince him to drop the gun
D) Lash out at him as swiftly as you can, with your speed you might be able to act too quickly for him
E) Use psychology by acting like you don't care, you will waltz away to attempt to lure Bob into a false state of security
F) Give Jesse the signal to fire, Bob might not have as fast reflexes as he has led you to believe
G) Give no mention of the approaching zombies, by stalling you could possibly keep him oblivious to their presence though you would have to act quickly to save Bridget
H) Motion for Frank to circle around, he will attempt to take Bob by surprise while you and John keep up the distraction
I) Ask him what this is all for, get to know the man holding the gun so that you might be able to play upon his fears but you must be sure not to test his patience
Z) CYOA
Pick only one choice, Bob's patience can't withstand more than a single attempt. I don't need to stress how carefully this should be thought out....
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Jul 27, 2009 3:20:20 GMT -6
Post by Song Nai on Jul 27, 2009 3:20:20 GMT -6
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Jul 27, 2009 4:04:35 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2009 4:04:35 GMT -6
Z: tell him about the incoming zombies behind him, when he turns you do D. If this is against your little note then just do D.
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Jul 27, 2009 7:07:05 GMT -6
Post by Roger Stone on Jul 27, 2009 7:07:05 GMT -6
Dang this is hard... There's too many choices...
Uhh.... C or G... C. or G.
G. Hopefully he won't fire the gun in surprise when the thing grabs him.....
On second thought, I'll go D.....
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Jul 27, 2009 9:50:33 GMT -6
Post by cosby on Jul 27, 2009 9:50:33 GMT -6
G, and stop stealing mah water.
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