Murder Tale I: Limited Starkweather Edition [Non-Canon]

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I heard a voice call out from what I thought was the room I came out of a few minuets earlier. "Hey, stay were you are, I'll make my way back to you." I called out to the voice. Using the wall as a guide, I used my fireman training that I learned junior year and followed it until I saw the faintest of lights. I made my way back to the room I had woken up in and turned towards the source of the voice. There was a guy and a girl standing nearby, I let out a sigh of relief and walked over to them. "Thank God I found you two, the name is Nathan, but please call me Nate." I said in my quirky southern drawl and extended a hand as a greeting.
 
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Gadwall7 said:

[BCOLOR=transparent](Aki, let me know if I still have the pocket knife and the phone in my pockets)[/BCOLOR]

He walks out of his cell, and looks at the others leaving. For now, he keeps to himself, his face hidden under the shadow of the hood.
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They are gone.
 
Cres said:
"Was that really JustanotherJe- I mean Rper?"

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JustAnotherRPer aka 'Slappy' glared over at Cres, "Wanna get slapped in da' cock, mate?! Piss off!" Boy, he didn't seem happy! The angry old man groaned to himself, mumbling something about nudist colonies and kiddie porn.
 
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Jack took a moment to look about at the others.
Three people following his lead already...he didn't quite know what to make of it; he'd never considered himself to be a charismatic person; yet here he was. It was strange; he'd taken the initiative though; perhaps people simply followed someone who looked like they might make it. Human nature was like that after all.

In any case; it wasn't important; he decided to check out an adjoining room to the reception lounge; it appeared to be a small surgical area; for minor injuries.

"I'm just checking this room out here." He made sure the others knew where he was.

@Laura
@Dallas
@The Gil
 
(( Everyone, you can continue RPing, but be aware I'll be posting the lobby now. Please head there if you haven't yet. Oh, and @Finch, since my partner disappeared, I'll arr pee with chu after we reach our destination. ))
 
After stuffing the food into her pockets she took off back around the room in search of anything else that could be of use. Some form of water, or even something to craft into a weapon, as Dallas had said clean water and weapons would be good.
Moving a few bits of fallen debris a broken chair leg was laying splintered on the floor. It would be as good as any weapon to start with.

"I've got a broken chair leg, not that its much use but its kind of heavy. Almost like a baseball bat like you wanted Gage?"

Picking it up from the floor, lifting it up and down to feel its weight a little. It was light enough to swing, heavy enough to make damage.

"Okay, be careful! Found anything Gil?" Laura said in reply to Jack leaving off to another room alone, though it was in seeing distance he was going off alone.

@Reaper Jack
@Dallas
@The Gil
 
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Jack took a moment to look about at the others.
Three people following his lead already...he didn't quite know what to make of it; he'd never considered himself to be a charismatic person; yet here he was. It was strange; he'd taken the initiative though; perhaps people simply followed someone who looked like they might make it. Human nature was like that after all.

In any case; it wasn't important; he decided to check out an adjoining room to the reception lounge; it appeared to be a small surgical area; for minor injuries.

"I'm just checking this room out here." He made sure the others knew where he was.

@Laura
@Dallas
@The Gil
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*I nodded towards Jack, signifying I understood where he was going. I noticed that The Gil had apparently joined us. I slid my hat back on my head, and approached The Gil. I might as well introduce myself, since he doesn't seem to know me. "Hey, uh, Gil. It's me, Dallas. You can just call me Gage though." I said. I always stuck with the name Gage. It may be an alias, and it might not be. These people don't know that. I never really liked my real name, so that's why I told most of my friends to just call me Gage, and soon, it just stayed like that.*

@Reaper Jack
@The Gil
@Laura
 
*Bryan Heads to Lobby where the other fags are*
 
Jack had a quick poke inside the surgical room; nothing unusual. There was an IV drip pole; some scalpels and bandage adhesive tape by a sink.
Wait a minute...Jack's eyes lit up.
He'd seen it in Highschool of the Dead before.
A pole; and a sharp object attached to the end.

He broke off the IV drip pole from it's stand; it was sturdy and oddly heavy for an object it's size; safety first he supposed. Grabbing the largest scalpel he could see; he laid it flat against the end of the pole and used the bandage adhesive tape to attach it properly; he wrapped the tape around it seven times. He didn't want this thing falling off after all.

He held up his creation; a rudimentary spear.
Well it was something; he felt a little better now.

He walked back out to the others; holding his scalpel-spear in his right hand and keeping the tip pointed upwards so it wouldn't accidentally hurt someone.

"Managed to jury-rig this thing together; it's better than nothing."

@Laura
@Dallas
@The Gil
 
Dallas said:
*I nodded towards Jack, signifying I understood where he was going. I noticed that The Gil had apparently joined us. I slid my hat back on my head, and approached The Gil. I might as well introduce myself, since he doesn't seem to know me. "Hey, uh, Gil. It's me, Dallas. You can just call me Gage though." I said. I always stuck with the name Gage. It may be an alias, and it might not be. These people don't know that. I never really liked my real name, so that's why I told most of my friends to just call me Gage, and soon, it just stayed like that.*

@Reaper Jack
@The Gil
@Laura
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"Huh... Hey Dallas... I mean, Gage. Odd name, Gage... I don't think I've ever heard such name before. And forgive me for my accent and if I'm talking weird, I'm not really american you see". Gage was indeed an odd name, but go figure, Gil's full name was even weirder. He turned back towards the rest of the group. Apparently, Jack had returned with news, a very weird weapon was on his hands.
Reaper Jack said:
Jack had a quick poke inside the surgical room; nothing unusual. There was an IV drip pole; some scalpels and bandage adhesive tape by a sink.
Wait a minute...Jack's eyes lit up.
He'd seen it in Highschool of the Dead before.
A pole; and a sharp object attached to the end.

He broke off the IV drip pole from it's stand; it was sturdy and oddly heavy for an object it's size; safety first he supposed. Grabbing the largest scalpel he could see; he laid it flat against the end of the pole and used the bandage adhesive tape to attach it properly; he wrapped the tape around it seven times. He didn't want this thing falling off after all.

He held up his creation; a rudimentary spear.
Well it was something; he felt a little better now.

He walked back out to the others; holding his scalpel-spear in his right hand and keeping the tip pointed upwards so it wouldn't accidentally hurt someone.

"Managed to jury-rig this thing together; it's better than nothing."

@Laura
@Dallas
@The Gil
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"Well, you wouldn't have another scalpel there, would you? This is some good handiwork", Gil said, with a weak smile on his lips. "But just a scalpel to me would make me capable of do some damage to any bastard that comes to our side. By the way, you met anyone here yet? I mean, someone 'dangerous'?", he said, with a serious look on his face.

@Laura
 
The Gil said:
"Huh... Hey Dallas... I mean, Gage. Odd name, Gage... I don't think I've ever heard such name before. And forgive me for my accent and if I'm talking weird, I'm not really american you see". Gage was indeed an odd name, but go figure, Gil's full name was even weirder. He turned back towards the rest of the group. Apparently, Jack had returned with news, a very weird weapon was on his hands.

"Well, you wouldn't have another scalpel there, would you? This is some good handiwork", Gil said, with a weak smile on his lips. "But just a scalpel to me would make me capable of do some damage to any bastard that comes to our side. By the way, you met anyone here yet? I mean, someone 'dangerous'?", he said, with a serious look on his face.

@Laura
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"I think everyone here has the potential to be dangerous; you wait until they're starving and desperate; or until they think of that half a million dollars. As for a scalpel; they were a few others in there."

Jack pointed back towards the room he'd made the scalpel-spear in.
 
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(OOC: I gotta go take a shower might be back later depends on if I can get on my vita or not and if I fall asleep or something) @Archmage Jeremiah @Cres

I glanced over at the guy from before and nodded after being nudged in the side. "That's the spirit, just try it's all you can really do so why not try?" I smiled at him before the slight annoyance of the nudge kicked in. "Yeah... but it was my only pencil, now what should I do? Oh yeah I forgot look for a weapon, right that's my priority" I looked around the room and found a table. I then proceeded to look at it then finding the weak spot in it I twisted up the spiral of my notebook to use as a ghetto rigged screw driver of sorts and loosened the screws keeping the metal piece in place which kept the table leg there, I then took the piece of wood, it would work for now simple and blunt but would get the job done.
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"Finding a weapon is your priority? Shouldn't we be trying to figure out where the fuck we are? And why we're all together?"
 
"That's great! A spear. Good thinking on your part. I just found this old chair leg." She said with a small lift of a smile as she swapped the splinted and worn chair leg into her other hand, careful not to get any sharp needles of wood stuck in her own hands.

"At least we've got a few things scraped together, a little food, some protection. Its a good start."

Things didn't look quite so bad at the particular moment in time. She was with a group of people, they had a little food a couple of weapons and were branching out. She was thankful she wasn't alone and fending for herself. It was easier to work as a team along side people.

"No one dangerous on the radar yet. Well I can't speak for everyone but I've seen nothing so far." She said in reply to Gil. Really actually glad they hadn't come up against anything dangerous yet.

@Reaper Jack
@The Gil
@Dallas
 
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Congratulations! You've reached The Hospital Lobby.
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You walk through the shabby Hospital floors, there's broken shelves, furniture scattered everywhere, with lights flickering on and off. Looking out a shattered window, you realize it's still night time. No rain. You could see little shadowy figures walk to and fro outside. Mm, you hope you don't run into them... but who knows, you may.

Most of you have found a partner or two or alternatively, formed a little clique, to survive the week. Smart move. Very smart.
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The Hospital Lobby was just as dirty and rotting away like any part of the Hospital units. White paint was peeled away, graffiti littered the walls, a half-moth eaten couch lay there, overturned, but something caught your attention – weapons, food, water and earpieces – a large marble table, possibly worth thousands of dollars, sat there with a lamppost shining overhead.

There was 24 earpieces, each shaped in different sizes, individually crafted to fit your earlobe. Beneath each earpiece was a name: 'Adam', 'Laura', 'Nate', etc. It looked like a bluetooth. Whoever 'The Director' is, wants you to wear them.

Unfortunately, you counted five weapons: A stainless steel machete, a fire ax, a metal baseball bat, flashlight, and a 9mm Beretta (x12 rounds). Everyone else was forced to scavenge off the dead or hide behind. I'd suggest some brave motherfuckers take the weapons first.

Oh, and obviously, food... mostly Gatorade bottles and pre-cooked TV Dinners sat there.​
 
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Grant sighs. He sees that all of the other doors have opened, the cells empty. He starts to walk down the right side. He yells.

Hey! Is anybody here!

He keeps walking, looking around. He makes fists, just in case. He trips though a doorway, ending up in the hospital lobby. He quickly gets up and darts glances around him
 
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Hearing voices still, but none in response, I quickly pace to the door, almost scrambling, a sudden desire to 'get the hell out of Dodge' washing over me. I turn the knob on the door, cold against my bare skin but unnoticed, and open it with a moderate amount of force. Darkness greeted me on the other side, only the faintest of light drawing my vision to the left. It seemed to be a hallway with a door on the far left at the end of it. To my right I see nothing but black, so decide the best course of action would be to trace down the left side.

Walking a at a moderate pace with my arms semi-outstretched, the doorway becomes closer. Again, tension guiding my actions, my pace picks up and I slam into a metal stretcher, hip flaring up in pain, the sound deafening from where he stood. "God-Damnit!" I hiss under my breath, more frightened at the sudden obstacle then hurt. Pausing only briefly to see if that drew any attention, but dissuaded from the distracting way my heart was pounding, continuing on and finally reaching my destination.
 
"Uhm Yes guys Ill see you later." He left the room dissapointed by the talk with the women for some reason. He moved through the Lobbys idly before finaly making his way into the lobby. AMazed by what he saw, the glint of the weapons are what cuaght his eye. Moving quickly he tuccked he Berreta into the waist band before anyone could see him do it.

After that he grabbed a Gatorade ripping the cap off and taking a sip. Before realizing there where earpeices everywhere. He moved around until disturbingly enough he found his own. Slowly shoving it in his own ear.
 
White walls, endless silence, was all he saw and heard. Cody just kept walking, hoping to find somebody or somewhere else to go. His finger tips glided along the walls, lifting only when they come near broken frames holding horrific paintings. His mind wondered, and he was truthfully scared. He been taken from his home, all though it was a broken home, it was still the only home he'd ever had. His lips formed a twisted frown, and his greenish blue eyes darted to the floor as he walked.


@ANYONE
 
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