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Post by Rafe McCormac on Fri Dec 07, 2018 5:36 am

Rafe stood outside the Press Box, and was situating between said building and the Mayoral Box which was a meter or so to his right. A cigarette between his lips as he positions his camera lens on the university jocks in the field below. He didn't care for American Football, or these kind of sports in general. He'd rather be at the side of a boxing ring any day, but work is work and the Raccoon Press had other journalists and reporters working on more interesting subjects. "Oh sure," his low lilting Irish accent crawls out. "'Send the Irish fella, he's got no'thin' bett'er to do...all he ever do is take pictures of the area', yeah ya feckin' pricks... send ol' Rafe out to freeze his bollocks off, yeah..." he grumbles, half annoyed with his assignment, the cig between his lips waddling as he spoke to himself. It was colder up there in the nosebleeds than it was on the street level. Autumn was showing its colors a little late it seemed, but boy was it chilly up there! The mental heat that came off his smoldering cig was only so warm... but he supposed he'd been in worse; as it wasn't Dublin in January...

He takes a shot of the quarterback makes some sort of call on the field, again, he wasn't too familiar with American Football, and avoided it when he could. It was like some sort of sick joke to send him out here to take photos of the sports section of the paper. All the while, Miss 'Ditsy Tits' was the writer working with him, and she didn't like his smoking habit, and kicked him from the booth and its inviting warmth. Granted, he would have been out here anyway, as he doubted the picture quality behind a thick pane of glass, so he set up his tripod and did some adjustments, added the magnification lens that weighed half a fuckin' tonne and got to work. "'Don't be smokin' yer fags, Rafe! Don't be such a downer, Rafe! Don't be callin' yer cigarettes 'fags' Rafe! This isn't Europe!' yeah I can fuckin' tell it ain't feckin' Europe! Do ya see a Frenchie havin' a go with a dog in an alley, ya fucking culchi-" he paused his aggressive, terrible joke/rant when he saw a young woman and what he assumed was her mother leave the Mayoral box. He let the cig hang from the corner of his lips as he glances over at her and then realized it was the Warren family, sans the Mayor himself.

He nodded over to them, changing his tune and smiling, removing the cig with one hand. "Oi! Don't mind me, I'm just actin' the maggot, enjoy the game luvs." he says before returning to his work. Looking through the lens, of the monocular around his neck, it seemed like the Raccoon Sharks were in the lead. He followed one of the players with his camera for a moment, before he paused, and turned to face the Mayor's family again. "Mind if I took a photo ladies? For the paper of course! Would be a fairer picture than this boring match." He says with a smirk. The Mayor's daughter was a beautiful blond wearing a long white dress, her mother was the same, wearing a blue one instead. He found it odd the Mayor wasn't with them... but he choked it up to him speaking with who Rafe called the 'Commissioner', Brian Irons. Irons' didn't really like Rafe, nor much of the press it seemed. Especially after what happened with that Reporter from Chicago...

He began to take his camera off the stand, to make it easier when there was a loud cheer from the stands. Quickly, he lifted the camera and began to inspect the field, snapping multiple shots as the scene played out on the grass several meters away.
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The Mayor's family silently shook their heads in respectful decline, wearing their fur coats to protect against the chilly wind up this high in the bleachers. The cheering rose to an incredible roar as one of the Raccoon Sharks were heading deep into the opposing team's field, when he was tackled!... but what was odd, was that the person who tackled him wasn't a member of the opposing team, but seemingly someone from the stands. A serious dick move of course, and the officers on duty were going to get hell from the Chief for letting a nutter onto the field, but what was worse was that the man who tackled the player wouldn't stop bashing the player's head into the field.

The crazed fan started beating into the player mercilessly for a few moments, before he became stock still, and his breathing turned shallow and ragged. Then in a display of horrific proportions, the fanatic started tearing into the player’s throat and face with his teeth! The cheering became screams! A ref ran up to assist, pulling the man up and off of the now dying player, who gurgled his last as the flesh of his throat had been chewed open, spurting blood into the air. The crazed lunatic however only turned on the referee, his bloodshot eyes lit with an inhuman hunger as he gripped the ref with both hands on his arm, and taking a large bite out of his forearm.

Then, there was another attack, as someone sitting in the bleachers on the opposite side of the stadium was pushed and forced over the low retaining wall into the field by a pair of these rabid fans! The ref was screaming bloody murder, his mic picking up a “-GET OFF ME!” which rattled the speakers across the stadium. As this was happening, many of the football players either remained stock still, or ran for the locker rooms, passing a few police officers who now entered the field with weapons drawn.

The bleachers and stands also started to erupt, as a random number of people suddenly turned berzerk, and were lunging and clawing and biting at anyone within reach. The police, not knowing what was going on, and just as scared as the civilians started firing randomly into the crowd, killing several civilians, some of which were innocent!

However, what really started to set the panic into a feverish pace, was the first victim, the star football player who was attacked by the first of these crazy people, suddenly sat up! His eyes, red blotched, irisless and dead, with a gaping wound on his neck and teeth marks on his cheeks and lips, but breathing once again in haggard breaths stood up, heedless of pain and injury, and joined the fray by lunging onto one of the police!

People started getting up from their seats, trampling over one another as the panic sunk in, and only seemed to be spurred on further by additional gunshots which rang out not too far from the bleachers! Civilians screamed and began piling onto one another as they began to abandon their seats, appearing like a tidal wave that descended the steps and cold aluminum bleachers in a tremendous roar of thundering steps!

The waiter from the Mayoral Box began frantically beating on the door, trying to alert the Mayor, Chief Irons and Warden Taylor of the spike of mayhem and panic!


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Post by Rafe McCormac on Sat Dec 08, 2018 2:38 pm

Random NPCs wrote:The Mayor's family silently shook their heads in respectful decline, wearing their fur coats to protect against the chilly wind up this high in the bleachers. The cheering rose to an incredible roar as one of the Raccoon Sharks were heading deep into the opposing team's field, when he was tackled!... but what was odd, was that the person who tackled him wasn't a member of the opposing team, but seemingly someone from the stands. A serious dick move of course, and the officers on duty were going to get hell from the Chief for letting a nutter onto the field, but what was worse was that the man who tackled the player wouldn't stop bashing the player's head into the field.

The crazed fan started beating into the player mercilessly for a few moments, before he became stock still, and his breathing turned shallow and ragged. Then in a display of horrific proportions, the fanatic started tearing into the player’s throat and face with his teeth! The cheering became screams! A ref ran up to assist, pulling the man up and off of the now dying player, who gurgled his last as the flesh of his throat had been chewed open, spurting blood into the air. The crazed lunatic however only turned on the referee, his bloodshot eyes lit with an inhuman hunger as he gripped the ref with both hands on his arm, and taking a large bite out of his forearm.

Then, there was another attack, as someone sitting in the bleachers on the opposite side of the stadium was pushed and forced over the low retaining wall into the field by a pair of these rabid fans! The ref was screaming bloody murder, his mic picking up a “-GET OFF ME!” which rattled the speakers across the stadium. As this was happening, many of the football players either remained stock still, or ran for the locker rooms, passing a few police officers who now entered the field with weapons drawn.

The bleachers and stands also started to erupt, as a random number of people suddenly turned berzerk, and were lunging and clawing and biting at anyone within reach. The police, not knowing what was going on, and just as scared as the civilians started firing randomly into the crowd, killing several civilians, some of which were innocent!

However, what really started to set the panic into a feverish pace, was the first victim, the star football player who was attacked by the first of these crazy people, suddenly sat up! His eyes, red blotched, irisless and dead, with a gaping wound on his neck and teeth marks on his cheeks and lips, but breathing once again in haggard breaths stood up, heedless of pain and injury, and joined the fray by lunging onto one of the police!

People started getting up from their seats, trampling over one another as the panic sunk in, and only seemed to be spurred on further by additional gunshots which rang out not too far from the bleachers! Civilians screamed and began piling onto one another as they began to abandon their seats, appearing like a tidal wave that descended the steps and cold aluminum  bleachers in a tremendous roar of thundering steps!

The waiter from the Mayoral Box began frantically beating on the door, trying to alert the Mayor, Chief Irons and Warden Taylor of the spike of mayhem and panic!


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Rafe couldn't see the full detail of the situation, snapping multiple shots as the player was tackled by a rabid fan, which made him chuckle to himself. "Heh, finally, somethin' worth shootin'." he says taking another shot. But soon his smile began to falter when he saw the player's helmet being throttled off his head. "What in...?" He raised a brow, lowering his camera and brought up the monocular to view the scene, right when the referee was grabbed by the arm and bitten by the lunatic! He could see blood spurting from the neck of the player the bastard had tackled! "Fuckin' hell!" he screamed, dropping the scope as it fell against his chest. I didn't just see that.. He thought, when the cheering around him turned to screams! The struggles of the ref were heard over the speakers, and then there was the familiar sound of gun fire! "JAYSUS! EVERYONE DOWN!" He screamed, ducking down, turning to the Mayor’s family who had taken his advice!

Several reports from the officer’s guns pounded in his ears, banging against his heart like the beat of a drum. He didn’t want to see, hear or feel any of this again, but it was unavoidable as panic now took the bleachers like a wildfire! He looked over at the Mayoral Box, one of the attendants was knocking rapidly upon the door, the Mayor’s wife and daughter were holding one another with clear panic upon their faces! He turned his attention back to the press box, he needed to warn the others!
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Post by Random Mobs on Tue Dec 11, 2018 10:49 pm

Rafe would see his partner suddenly being pressed against the glass of the press box to his immediate right! Bloody fingers slamming down on the glass, her blue eyes wide with terror as a pale hand gripped her blond hair and pulled her back from the glass! A security guard in a dark jacket now bit deeply between her shoulder and neck! Blood spewed from the wounds to the glass, giving the glass a red opaque look! Someone was being tackled in the stands below Rafe and the Mayors family as the insane brawler and the poor victim tumbled down the bleachers!
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The Chief grunted with distaste, nervous sweat rolling down his fatty cheeks when the chaos outside began to rise! "What...?" He blinked, the mayor standing up to look out the window. "Oh God... its happening!" The Mayor choked! There was a constant knocking on the door, and in spite of Taylor being a bastard, the Chief obliged and turned around, opening the door.

The attendant of the box was pale, the Mayor's daughter and wife were huddled low against the bleachers heading further up into the nose bleeds. "Sirs, there's a riot! We need to escape immediately!" Cried the man.

The Chief of Police suddenly snapped his attention from the young attendant to the windows of the Press Box ahead of him. One of the sexy female reporters from the Raccoon Times just had her pretty little neck ripped open! Blood splashing against the window, obscuring anything else going on! "Christ!" He spat, pulling out the massive Desert Eagle from his armpit holster. He didn't care what Raymond said, he was leaving. NOW.

The Mayor also exited the box, huddling with his family as Brian lumbered his way out of the box. As soon as he did, he turned his attention towards one of the approaching... infected zombies, and without any remorse, pushed the Attendant into the zombie's path! The young man screamed from the betrayal, as the creature's teeth tore into his shoulder and then the zombified man was now on top of the kid, tearing at his throat and eating his flesh! It was chaos, so the chief knew he would have to conserve his rather volatile .50 AE ammo. "Mr. Mayor it seems we have a problem!" He exclaimed, aiming his pistol down the bleachers. "Get your kid and wife, we need to get to City Hall, or the Station!" He barked, before firing a thunder inducing round at another approaching infected, drawn in by the scent of blood!
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Post by Raymond Taylor on Wed Jan 02, 2019 5:20 pm

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Random NPCs wrote:The Mayor looked at the big black barrel of Raymond Taylor's gun with a look of surprise, shrinking against the leather seat. He looks wearily over his shoulder towards Brian, who turned around with his hand still around the grip of his blued Desert Eagle. Brian snickered. "You know, its a crime to threaten an officer of the law, Taylor." He furrowed his bushy brows, and stared defiantly back at Raymond. "So... you gonna shoot us? Shoot us with your old pea shooter?" He asked, taking a step forward.

There was an uneasy silence in the room... before the football game outside raged on with a loud chorus of cheers... or were they... screams?

There was a rapid knocking on the door of the Mayoral Box, and Brian let his hand drop from the butt of his weapon slowly as he looks over to the door. The door continued to pound loudly as the cheering seemed to rise... The Mayor looked between the two gunmen with a frightened look, not sure what was about to transpire between both entities...

Raymond didn't flinch to Brian's comment. "I just may. I can kill the two of you in a blink of an eye. All I have to do is pull the trigger, tear a hole through that greasy dark heart of yours, then turn this 'pea shooter' on the Mayor..." He says glancing at the Mayor. His eye back on the Chief, the two men stared each other down. Thats when there was a tremendous roar from the stands penetrating the walls that seemed like cheering, but that changed with the somewhat muffled blasts. Raymond could definitely tell those were gun shots. He saw the Chief lower his hand from his weapon when the door was being beaten down by a series of rapid knocks. "So it begins..." he says with a sigh and thus lowered his revolver to his hip, but kept the barrel aimed at the Chief. "Answer it. I won't ask you twice." He ordered. He couldn't wait for SHADOWFOX or RAVEN, he would have to either kill these two, or bring them to new extraction site and update the pair.

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The Chief grunted with distaste, nervous sweat rolling down his fatty cheeks when the chaos outside began to rise! "What...?" He blinked, the mayor standing up to look out the window. "Oh God... its happening!" The Mayor choked! There was a constant knocking on the door, and in spite of Taylor being a bastard, the Chief obliged and turned around, opening the door.

The attendant of the box was pale, the Mayor's daughter and wife were huddled low against the bleachers heading further up into the nose bleeds. "Sirs, there's a riot! We need to escape immediately!" Cried the man.

The Chief of Police suddenly snapped his attention from the young attendant to the windows of the Press Box ahead of him. One of the sexy female reporters from the Raccoon Times just had her pretty little neck ripped open! Blood splashing against the window, obscuring anything else going on! "Christ!" He spat, pulling out the massive Desert Eagle from his armpit holster. He didn't care what Raymond said, he was leaving. NOW.

The Mayor also exited the box, huddling with his family as Brian lumbered his way out of the box. As soon as he did, he turned his attention towards one of the approaching... infected zombies, and without any remorse, pushed the Attendant into the zombie's path! The young man screamed from the betrayal, as the creature's teeth tore into his shoulder and then the zombified man was now on top of the kid, tearing at his throat and eating his flesh! It was chaos, so the chief knew he would have to conserve his rather volatile .50 AE ammo. "Mr. Mayor it seems we have a problem!" He exclaimed, aiming his pistol down the bleachers. "Get your kid and wife, we need to get to City Hall, or the Station!" He barked, before firing a thunder inducing round at another approaching infected, drawn in by the scent of blood!  

Raymond lowered the barrel of his weapon fully now. "Seems to me, a change of plans are in orda..." he says shaking his head. "All a Goddamn mess..." He adds, turning to the mayor and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him outside the Mayoral box and into the stands proper. He gently nudges him towards his family. "Mr. Mayor, the chief and I will clear you a path to your vehicle. Take your family with you and wait in city hall till I get in touch with you again." He says, turning his revolver at one of the closest infected. A loud pop came from his single action army as a virus carrier had shambled up to the Chief's right without his notice. Blood sprayed over the man as the creature fell like a bag of rocks. He thumbed back the hammer again and aimed his barrel down range, towards more approaching infected. "Its live or die now, survival is life's truest law." he says to the Mayor, his family, the chief, and any other survivors close by!
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Post by Rafe McCormac on Wed Jan 02, 2019 5:31 pm

Random Mobs wrote:Rafe would see his partner suddenly being pressed against the glass of the press box to his immediate right! Bloody fingers slamming down on the glass, her blue eyes wide with terror as a pale hand gripped her blond hair and pulled her back from the glass! A security guard in a dark jacket now bit deeply between her shoulder and neck! Blood spewed from the wounds to the glass, giving the glass a red opaque look! Someone was being tackled in the stands below Rafe and the Mayors family as the insane brawler and the poor victim tumbled down the bleachers!

He heard his partner's voice rising to a shrill scream from within the enclosed press box behind him. He turned, and watched with horror as she was eaten alive in front of him! "Jaysus!" He cried, camera in hand. He was unable to help her now, that much blood... she was a goner!

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Random NPCs wrote:The Mayor looked at the big black barrel of Raymond Taylor's gun with a look of surprise, shrinking against the leather seat. He looks wearily over his shoulder towards Brian, who turned around with his hand still around the grip of his blued Desert Eagle. Brian snickered. "You know, its a crime to threaten an officer of the law, Taylor." He furrowed his bushy brows, and stared defiantly back at Raymond. "So... you gonna shoot us? Shoot us with your old pea shooter?" He asked, taking a step forward.

There was an uneasy silence in the room... before the football game outside raged on with a loud chorus of cheers... or were they... screams?

There was a rapid knocking on the door of the Mayoral Box, and Brian let his hand drop from the butt of his weapon slowly as he looks over to the door. The door continued to pound loudly as the cheering seemed to rise... The Mayor looked between the two gunmen with a frightened look, not sure what was about to transpire between both entities...

Raymond didn't flinch to Brian's comment. "I just may. I can kill the two of you in a blink of an eye. All I have to do is pull the trigger, tear a hole through that greasy dark heart of yours, then turn this 'pea shooter' on the Mayor..." He says glancing at the Mayor. His eye back on the Chief, the two men stared each other down. Thats when there was a tremendous roar from the stands penetrating the walls that seemed like cheering, but that changed with the somewhat muffled blasts. Raymond could definitely tell those were gun shots. He saw the Chief lower his hand from his weapon when the door was being beaten down by a series of rapid knocks. "So it begins..." he says with a sigh and thus lowered his revolver to his hip, but kept the barrel aimed at the Chief. "Answer it. I won't ask you twice." He ordered. He couldn't wait for SHADOWFOX or RAVEN, he would have to either kill these two, or bring them to new extraction site and update the pair.

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The Chief grunted with distaste, nervous sweat rolling down his fatty cheeks when the chaos outside began to rise! "What...?" He blinked, the mayor standing up to look out the window. "Oh God... its happening!" The Mayor choked! There was a constant knocking on the door, and in spite of Taylor being a bastard, the Chief obliged and turned around, opening the door.

The attendant of the box was pale, the Mayor's daughter and wife were huddled low against the bleachers heading further up into the nose bleeds. "Sirs, there's a riot! We need to escape immediately!" Cried the man.

The Chief of Police suddenly snapped his attention from the young attendant to the windows of the Press Box ahead of him. One of the sexy female reporters from the Raccoon Times just had her pretty little neck ripped open! Blood splashing against the window, obscuring anything else going on! "Christ!" He spat, pulling out the massive Desert Eagle from his armpit holster. He didn't care what Raymond said, he was leaving. NOW.

The Mayor also exited the box, huddling with his family as Brian lumbered his way out of the box. As soon as he did, he turned his attention towards one of the approaching... infected zombies, and without any remorse, pushed the Attendant into the zombie's path! The young man screamed from the betrayal, as the creature's teeth tore into his shoulder and then the zombified man was now on top of the kid, tearing at his throat and eating his flesh! It was chaos, so the chief knew he would have to conserve his rather volatile .50 AE ammo. "Mr. Mayor it seems we have a problem!" He exclaimed, aiming his pistol down the bleachers. "Get your kid and wife, we need to get to City Hall, or the Station!" He barked, before firing a thunder inducing round at another approaching infected, drawn in by the scent of blood!  

Raymond lowered the barrel of his weapon fully now. "Seems to me, a change of plans are in orda..." he says shaking his head. "All a Goddamn mess..." He adds, turning to the mayor and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him outside the Mayoral box and into the stands proper. He gently nudges him towards his family. "Mr. Mayor, the chief and I will clear you a path to your vehicle. Take your family with you and wait in city hall till I get in touch with you again." He says, turning his revolver at one of the closest infected. A loud pop came from his single action army as a virus carrier had shambled up to the Chief's right without his notice. Blood sprayed over the man as the creature fell like a bag of rocks. He thumbed back the hammer again and aimed his barrel down range, towards more approaching infected. "Its live or die now, survival is life's truest law." he says to the Mayor, his family, the chief, and any other survivors close by!

Rafe then turned, seeing the chief of police, a blond man and the mayor. He watched with betrayal as the Chief pushed a staff worker into the crowd of rabid people below, and had taken a snapshot with his camera to prove it. The blond man had a large, antique pistol in hand, and shot one of the rabid people! He took another shot, unable to help himself when the man spoke up in a southern accent about surviving. "Fuckin' hell!" He cried out as another deafening blast expelled from the revolver. He had been around guns for a better portion of his life, but had avoided them for a while now, and for good reason to add! Now, all of a sudden, he was thrust in the chaos of gunfights and now rabid people tearing into each other like they had rabies or something!

He looped his camera strap around his neck, and proceeded to back away from the questionable men, and the mayor's family. Saying something about evacuating to city hall? He didn't want to stick with these people anyhow, as they were just as liable to toss him into the rabid crowd as shoot him. He hunkered low and descended the steps, keeping out of their sight as best he could. He needed to find his own exit!
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Post by Random Mobs on Mon Jan 14, 2019 8:31 pm

More rioters began climbing up the stands towards Rafe, the Chief, and the Mayor's family! One got close enough to Rafe that they grabbed him by his shoulders and were pulling their face close to his! They stank like the dead, their eyes white and soulless and their bloody mouths agape, ready to tear out the Irishman's neck!!
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Post by Rafe McCormac on Sun Jan 20, 2019 3:23 am

Random Mobs wrote:More rioters began climbing up the stands towards Rafe, the Chief, and the Mayor's family! One got close enough to Rafe that they grabbed him by his shoulders and were pulling their face close to his! They stank like the dead, their eyes white and soulless and their bloody mouths agape, ready to tear out the Irishman's neck!!

He stumbles through the stands, when his eyes are met evenly with a pair of white, cataract eyes, eyes that belonged to the dead! "Ack!" he cried out, unable to react in time to dodge the putrid creature! He gripped the person by their neck, keeping them at arms length away as the snarling man forced him onto his back! "Jaysus!! Ya feck'n reek!" Rafe exclaimed, wrinkling his nose at the smell and was pushing back his flailing and bitey attacker! His green eyes widened as he got a better look at the... thing in his hands. They looked like a regular person, your everyday kind of guy. Sports jacket, chinos, sneaks... but the bastard had a huge chunk of meat missing from their neck and nose! His mouth was drenched in sticky blood, and the way he felt in his hands...

Cold... clammy... squishy... like a wet rubber mask... He thought, but it was definitely not a mask. This guy was decomposing, and it couldn't be possible! "Ugh... get the bloody fuck off me!!" He gripped the neck tighter, sitting up, pushing the man off him by his neck! It wasn't as easy as it looked, for the clawing rabid man was giving his all to attack Rafe, snarling and growling as Rafe reached down with his free hand and gripped the clammy fucker's belt! "I said, fuck---" he grunts, lifting the man up, straining slightly as he lifted him over his head! "-- off!" he screamed, turning to the bleachers, tossing the man back down the steps! The rabid man hit the plastic seats, tumbling down and snapping bones as it twists and curls under the legs of other advancing freaks, causing them to trip and fall over themselves too. He breathes heavily, turning to his tripod he still had set up and grabs it, folding it so he could make use of it's thickness and longer reach than his bare hands! He gripped it with two hands, and swung it into the face of one of the stumbling creatures! "Fuckin' hell! Gotta get out of here!" he exhaled, using the metal rods to push back another by jabbing it in the neck, forcing it back down the steps it climbed! Forgetting about the Chief and the others for the moment...
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Post by Raymond Taylor on Thu Jul 25, 2019 12:59 am

There was a loud boom that erupts from behind the Irishman, as Raymond Taylor steps out from the VIP box and takes out an infected that was about to grab Rafe's leg! "Chief! Mr. Mayor!" He yells over the crowd, followed by two more loud clacks from his .45 ACP Single Action Army. He pushed away the rioting monsters, swinging his barrel across their faces and shooting some at point blank! He needed to get the Chief and Mayor out of here before the mission went FUBAR!
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Post by Rafe McCormac on Thu Jul 25, 2019 1:35 am

Rafe ducked at the gun shots, a bullet whizzing past him, hitting another one of the rowdy freaks in the face. He grimaced at the familiar sight of brain tissue and blood, the smell of gunpowder thick in the air. Wordlessly, he rushed down the bleachers, and tumbled into the fleeing crowd! "For feck's sake!" He screamed, being pushed by the bustling crowd, finding himself being forced to walk or get trampled by the crowd! "Oh shite!" He found himself being forced down a flight of steps, his bulky body tumbling forwards, and he crawls away in order to avoid being trampled. He turns around, back crawling till he was against a concrete wall... He watched in utter amazement as the people continued to flow like a rushing stream between the corridors! Fuckin' hell... He thinks, his green eyes wavering. He needed to get the bloody hell out of the stadium, the sound of gunfire increasing steadily by no doubt the police officers in and around the stadium's walls. Why are people eating each other?! He didn't have the answers for that either.
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Post by Random NPCs on Thu Jul 25, 2019 9:32 pm

In front of Rafe, he would soon see Raymond, Brian Irons, the Mayor and his family being guided through the crowd. Brian pushed another fleeing survivor into the arms of a zombie, before he turned and noticed Rafe standing there with his camera around his neck! Cold sweat rolled down his thick neck, his graying mustache. He looked like a humanized pig with beady little eyes, his skin reddish pink with exhaustion, embarrassment or even plain old having to move his ass. He turns to Raymond and the others with a raised hand, telling them to wait as he aims his pistol at Rafe! "On your feet, slowly." He orders. "Get on your fucking feet! You're coming with us!" He spat, eyeing Rafe's camera cautiously.
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Post by Raymond Taylor on Thu Jul 25, 2019 11:36 pm

Raymond continued to fire his gun into the approaching infected, when he realized that he was no longer being followed. He turns around, and notices the Chief holding up the civilian from the stands, the reporter. "Christ sake! Irons!" He grumbled, pulling the man's shoulder. "Forget him, you have other places to be!" He barked, before turning to the red haired man. He looked between Brian, the Mayor, and the reporter, before grumbling. He walks up to Rafe, grabbing him by his vest, lifting him up onto his feet and began pushing him towards the group. "Come on now, get!" he spat, before leaning close. "Stick close, and don't try to be a hero son, these people... ain't right." He whispered, before pushing the tall man forwards. He turns to Brian open arms. "Happy now Irons? Lets just get this ovah with! I ain't here to babysit your asses!" He says kicking Rafe forwards.

He takes a moment to reload his gun, working the plunger and ejecting spent shells, sliding in the greased .45 ACP cartridges through the hatch, sliding the hatch up again. Cocking the hammer. "Okay, we need to head to the parkinglot, we need to head through the building and head down!" he barked to the whole group.
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Post by Rafe McCormac on Fri Jul 26, 2019 12:23 am

Rafe felt his heart sink into his stomach. He'd seen the Chief do some very barbaric things in the past few minutes, and now, staring down the barrel of his gun, realized he was going to be silenced for his knowledge! Like fuckin' hell! He thinks, bearing his teeth, gripping his fists tightly. He wasn't going to die here... not today!

Then the man with the antique sidearm stepped up, pulling him along with them and gave him a secret warning. Like, no fuck bastard!I just became a feckin' hostage! He internally grumbles, hands up. "Foine, foine! I'm movin' I'm movin!" He spat back. He was gonna keep an eye on Irons, and he wasn't going to let him take his camera...
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Post by Random NPCs on Fri Jul 26, 2019 2:25 am

"Don't even start Taylor!" Irons growls, but was happy he didn't need to waste a bullet on the likes of this fucker. He looks over to Katherine, the Mayor and his wife and tries to make a reassuring face. "Got caught up in the moment, everything'll be fine, I assure you! Uncle Irons will take care of everything, we just need to get to the parking lot."

It was then they hear sirens, gunshots, smoke filling the field and bleachers. "Aha! See, my riot team's here! Cover your eyes if you see the smoke, its tear gas!" He explained, before turning to Rafe, pressing his fatty body against him. "Listen here prick, you follow us and maybe, you'll live. Make me angry you'll have an accident you cant crawl out of, capishe?" He bullied, looking at Rafe's green eyes with his beady little black ones. "Now, move along, but put your fucking hands down! We're not sticking you up!" he snarled in a hushed tone, pulling his arms down. "Now, follow the nice Warden and we'll be on our way. We have to hurry, tear gas is irritating as fuck." He grumbles, pushing the man ahead.

"Did he do something wrong, Uncle Brian?" Katherine asked behind him. He paused, and turned to the pretty blonde and smiled. "No, just sometimes you need to show a little force to get someone to move; we couldn't just leave him here!" He chuckled, before patting the man's back as they pushed through to the corridor. "You got a name, Mr. Camera?" He asked, glaring at him as they pushed forward.
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Post by Rafe McCormac on Fri Jul 26, 2019 2:30 am

Random NPCs wrote:"Don't even start Taylor!" Irons growls, but was happy he didn't need to waste a bullet on the likes of this fucker. He looks over to Katherine, the Mayor and his wife and tries to make a reassuring face. "Got caught up in the moment, everything'll be fine, I assure you! Uncle Irons will take care of everything, we just need to get to the parking lot."

It was then they hear sirens, gunshots, smoke filling the field and bleachers. "Aha! See, my riot team's here! Cover your eyes if you see the smoke, its tear gas!" He explained, before turning to Rafe, pressing his fatty body against him. "Listen here prick, you follow us and maybe, you'll live. Make me angry you'll have an accident you cant crawl out of, capishe?" He bullied, looking at Rafe's green eyes with his beady little black ones. "Now, move along, but put your fucking hands down! We're not sticking you up!" he snarled in a hushed tone, pulling his arms down. "Now, follow the nice Warden and we'll be on our way. We have to hurry, tear gas is irritating as fuck." He grumbles, pushing the man ahead.

"Did he do something wrong, Uncle Brian?" Katherine asked behind him. He paused, and turned to the pretty blonde and smiled. "No, just sometimes you need to show a little force to get someone to move; we couldn't just leave him here!" He chuckled, before patting the man's back as they pushed through to the corridor. "You got a name, Mr. Camera?" He asked, glaring at him as they pushed forward.

So the man with the big, antique gun and southern accent was a Warden Taylor it turned out. He didn't know him, but heard the name as his paper did an article on the deplorable state of Douglas Prison, which Taylor ran privately. Now he was getting threats by the fat, mustachioed prick of a Chief who wanted to be Mayor one day! He grunts, glaring back at Irons. "Why do ya care..." he mumbled, his Irish accent thick as he spat at Irons, keeping his feet moving to avoid the tear gas.
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Post by Random NPCs on Fri Jul 26, 2019 2:32 am

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Random NPCs wrote:"Don't even start Taylor!" Irons growls, but was happy he didn't need to waste a bullet on the likes of this fucker. He looks over to Katherine, the Mayor and his wife and tries to make a reassuring face. "Got caught up in the moment, everything'll be fine, I assure you! Uncle Irons will take care of everything, we just need to get to the parking lot."

It was then they hear sirens, gunshots, smoke filling the field and bleachers. "Aha! See, my riot team's here! Cover your eyes if you see the smoke, its tear gas!" He explained, before turning to Rafe, pressing his fatty body against him. "Listen here prick, you follow us and maybe, you'll live. Make me angry you'll have an accident you cant crawl out of, capishe?" He bullied, looking at Rafe's green eyes with his beady little black ones. "Now, move along, but put your fucking hands down! We're not sticking you up!" he snarled in a hushed tone, pulling his arms down. "Now, follow the nice Warden and we'll be on our way. We have to hurry, tear gas is irritating as fuck." He grumbles, pushing the man ahead.

"Did he do something wrong, Uncle Brian?" Katherine asked behind him. He paused, and turned to the pretty blonde and smiled. "No, just sometimes you need to show a little force to get someone to move; we couldn't just leave him here!" He chuckled, before patting the man's back as they pushed through to the corridor. "You got a name, Mr. Camera?" He asked, glaring at him as they pushed forward.

So the man with the big, antique gun and southern accent was a Warden Taylor it turned out. He didn't know him, but heard the name as his paper did an article on the deplorable state of Douglas Prison, which Taylor ran privately. Now he was getting threats by the fat, mustachioed prick of a Chief who wanted to be Mayor one day! He grunts, glaring back at Irons. "Why do ya care..." he mumbled, his Irish accent thick as he spat at Irons, keeping his feet moving to avoid the tear gas.

Irons presses the hot barrel of his Desert Eagle against Rafe's hip in a subtle fashion which could not be seen by the Mayor's daughter nor wife. "Say your Goddamn name. Remember... accidents." He whispered into the Irishman's ear.
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Post by Raymond Taylor on Fri Jul 26, 2019 2:37 am

Raymond couldn't believe his shit luck. Here he was, in charge of Raccoon's security, the leader of the Monitor groups on behalf of Umbrella, being Umbrella's eyes and ears of the entirety of the shit storm that was falling around them, and he was playing babysitter to a pedophile, a frightened old man and his family. Now, the pedo's pressing this poor bastard so he can cover his tracks... did he not listen to a God damn word he said?! Who the fuck cares what he saw? The city was going to be destroyed as soon as Umbrella's high profile members and data were extracted. This red haired runt wasn't gonna be alive to see it, if he was lucky.

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Post by Rafe McCormac on Fri Jul 26, 2019 2:41 am

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Irons presses the hot barrel of his Desert Eagle against Rafe's hip in a subtle fashion which could not be seen by the Mayor's daughter nor wife. "Say your Goddamn name. Remember... accidents." He whispered into the Irishman's ear.

He clenched his teeth, and then... softly smiled. He turned to Katherine with wink. "Name's Rafe, sweetheart. I like the dress, suits ya nice it does! And the missus looks just as charmin', you've got yerself a handsome little family, Mr. Mayor!" He grinned, having a feeling that on some level... it would piss the Chief off. I mean, he wasn't going to shoot him, in front of them! He'd be a daft bastard to try!
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Post by Random NPCs on Fri Jul 26, 2019 2:45 am

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Irons presses the hot barrel of his Desert Eagle against Rafe's hip in a subtle fashion which could not be seen by the Mayor's daughter nor wife. "Say your Goddamn name. Remember... accidents." He whispered into the Irishman's ear.

He clenched his teeth, and then... softly smiled. He turned to Katherine with wink. "Name's Rafe, sweetheart. I like the dress, suits ya nice it does! And the missus looks just as charmin', you've got yerself a handsome little family, Mr. Mayor!" He grinned, having a feeling that on some level... it would piss the Chief off. I mean, he wasn't going to shoot him, in front of them! He'd be a daft bastard to try!

Rafe's response did piss Brian off. However, another one of those walking dead fucks came into view, allowing the Chief to let loose his anger upon it with a well placed .50 AE shell to its face as it got close to Rafe. The booming sound would have pounded his ears, as it would have with all of them. "Jesus, they're in here too. Hurry, we can take the elevator here."

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