777- R.C. Radio Station

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.....

Water sprayed from the shower head, spewing steam gently around the tiled, humid room...




September 24th, 1998. . .
Around 8:00 PM . . .
Raccoon City Radio. . .
Shower Room . . . .

It was around 8pm when Saoirse 'Sersh' O'Neil slipped away from the night crew who worked in Raccoon City Radio. She was an amateur musician who played a mean guitar, who wanted to share her art, to be known and make herself known! But here, Sersh was simply an intern, a glorified receptionist who would unfortunately never raise higher than her current standing nor get a chance to even perform on the radio either through voice or guitar without 'getting on her knees' for management here. Granted, she didn't think it was that bad, but she heard the horror stories...

She had been working an 8 hour shift, essentially helping out the jockeys cover the craziest shit to occur in this town since the murders last may, or that big fire and Umbrella Employee Resort exploded last month! She actually saw that as she was riding her bike to the campus, it was a giant fireball that shit could be seen for miles! It was fucking rad as hell! Save... the fact a LOT of people apparently died, thanks to the S.T.A.R.S. team getting high off chemicals and some shit like that, torching the place. Good riddance for incompetent officers, even if her Dad and older brothers looked up to some of those guys. Chris was a hottie, she'll admit, and wouldn't mind the idea of him bench pressing her if you know what I mean~

...back on point, she'd been doing constant running around all afternoon. She missed like, a gajillion calls from her father and brothers Sean, Patrick and Kieran, who all worked at the Raccoon City Police Department. She could only guess it was about 'being safe' and staying indoors due to the riot at the stadium, the biggest story of the day. Like, over 500 people got hurt, maybe 30, 35+ died? It was crazy!

Saoirse (sur·shuh) couldn't blame her father though, nor her brothers for being worried. She was the baby of the family, and only gal in the Irish-American household since their mother passed away when she was six. Even so, she could handle herself! She grew up pretty much as a dude, she worked out with her brothers, picked on them, she got picked on in return, they'd all complain about each other and piss off Dad who had to sit in a meeting with that creepy Chief of Police Irons... and that was because, Saoirse, who acted like one of the guys...



...physically, couldn't hide her lovely and endowed figure! She had her beautiful emerald green eyes closed as water cascaded across her buxom body. She had gotten all sweaty and gross in her run around for the office, and didn't want to ride her bike home drenched in sweat either. Sersh looked like the Goddess Áine (ON-ya), the Irish Goddess of summer, love, protection, fertility, wealth and sovereignty. Her family were still big on the family traditions, St. Patrick's Day corned beef & hash, going to the Catholic Church for the holidays and mass... same shit, different day. She didn't mind her heritage, she was proud as hell to be Irish, but she was also tired of people butchering her name. She let people call her almost anything (that wasn't vulgar at least), to her face.

She rinsed her hair, her clothes in the nearby dryer buzzing. Now people may ask why there is a shower, washing machine, dryer, dishwasher and stove in this Radio Station, and she'd have to let people figure that out on their own, as she had not a fucking clue either! Best she knew at all was that there was a body odor problem with the humid ass interior of this place, and it got bad enough people quit? She didn't rightly know man, she just works here and doesn't intend to live here! Still, it was handy for this instance at least, after working up the nerve to actually use the fucker. It was like showering in another person's house... it just felt awkward, weird...

She applied the lather to her generous curves, letting the, ha, Irish Spring's suds roll down her body. She was, as mentioned, a buxom and curvaceous woman. She stood about 5'7, had an hourglass figure which she found hilarious given she ate nothin' but crap! She had long, scarlet hair with dyed orange highlights that fell to her middle back, and was just glad the shit wasn't curly like Grandma's! She had a trio of silver hooped earrings on each ear; one on the upper cartilage area, and a pair beside each other on the lower lobes. She had freckles across her nose, under her eyes and around the center of her chest where her cleavage was prevalent, especially in the tops she chose to wear. What? She may be 'one of the boys' but she's not shameful of what she's got! Baby got back, bitch. Baby got back, thighs, and bazongas galore along with taut muscle and a taut belly baby! Why not show it off??

Her family didn't approve of such behavior, but she was 21, she could do what she want! Its one of the reasons why she moved out of the West Park Suburbia and up in an apartment on Ema Street. She had no car, which was the secret to her success considering she ate fast food almost every other night and smoke and drank. She didn't do the hard stuff, nor weed. It was expensive enough out on her own, attending the local University on top of that! So Sersh rode a bike. Everywhere. Her thighs could likely end lives they were so well trained! She literally rode everywhere, over a span of 8 or so miles. Probably. She wasn't a map, how would she know? It was all 'Point A' 'Point B' with her dude!

When she wasn't working on her rock career, she was attending University to become a mortician or medical examiner. Yeah, she brought that up usually when someone wants to date her, or thinks they could get to touch her aforementioned body, or simply wanted to know her to get access to the pussy. If they stuck around, it was rare, but she rarely brought it up otherwise. Not that she wasn't interested in a relationship, just... she didn't find many to her liking? She was shallow, she'd admit that to anyone's face, but she also had a 'freak' alarm too. She found it fascinating... mortician work. Even though cutting into animals she found harrowing, she was pretty sure she'd have a job as a ME for the RPD when she graduated, if her rock career and thoughts of stardom and grandeur didn't pan out at least...

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Glug...Glug...Glug...Glug...



Finished with her shower, Saoirse pulled back the curtain and grabbed the towel from the top of the dryer, humming to herself as she wiped herself dry. She used the nearby blow dyer (given much of the guys here who used it had long hair themselves), and heated her hair as she listened to the water dribble down the drain...

She had no idea what was happening below her feet... With the city's infestation, the monsters... the dead, literally walking the street...! She wasn't yet aware of these harsh truths... not yet anyway.

In the meantime, she pulled her hair up into a ponytail, her hair still somewhat wet yet, but she'd worry about it later. She then, continued to hum a pop song that couldn't get out of her head as she leaned over the dryer's door, her large breasts hanging and bouncing as she smiled, and reached in to grab her clothes. She slipped on her open fingered leather gloves and her spiked wristbands, which were on top of the dryer along with her cropped jacket. She then grabbed her sexy, purple satin thong and slid it up her fine, shapely legs before snapping the butt floss between her plush cheeks...

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She posed in the mirror, smirking as her sexy body swayed and slowly settled after playfully buoyant bouncing. "Yeah... still got it~" She giggled, her voice low, cool, mellow and slightly on the husky side but with a few high notes in her cadence here and there*. She sighed though, shaking her head. "I... really need to start seeing people, I'm beginning to talk to myself now..." Sersha leaned her head back and 'ughh'ed, her hands on her hips as she slowly turned around to face the rest of her clothing on the dryer.

(*OOC: Linda Cardellini/Wendy(gravity falls) type voice? XD)

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:
In the meantime, she pulled her hair up into a ponytail, her hair still somewhat wet yet, but she'd worry about it later. She then, continued to hum a pop song that couldn't get out of her head as she leaned over the dryer's door, her large breasts hanging and bouncing as she smiled, and reached in to grab her clothes. She slipped on her open fingered leather gloves and her spiked wristbands, which were on top of the dryer along with her cropped jacket. She then grabbed her sexy, purple satin thong and slid it up her fine, shapely legs before snapping the butt floss between her plush cheeks...

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She posed in the mirror, smirking as her sexy body swayed and slowly settled after playfully buoyant bouncing. "Yeah... still got it~" She giggled, her voice low, cool, mellow and slightly on the husky side but with a few high notes in her cadence here and there*. She sighed though, shaking her head. "I... really need to start seeing people, I'm beginning to talk to myself now..." Sersha leaned her head back and 'ughh'ed, her hands on her hips as she slowly turned around to face the rest of her clothing on the dryer.

(*OOC: Linda Cardellini/Wendy(gravity falls) type voice? XD)

Creaaak....!



The door to the shower room opened abruptly, in stumbling the tall, thirty-something year old stoner and intern, Cory Orthojavsen, who helped himself and wandered inside:



The slightly slow, mellow man held Styrofoam pints of ice cream in each hand as he entered the room, and looked around:



"Yo, Serch... I got some mad deals on Ice Cream-" he began, then noticed the woman's large, hanging, bouncing chest- disrobed! "-woooaaah, holy half gallons batman those are most definitely not pints...! They're so... huuuge!" He gaped and half nodded. Granted, he was... a space cadet right now; he was so mellow nothing really phased him.

He continued to stare. "Huh... purple? I didn't picture that..." he said, slightly slack jaw.

Random NPCs wrote:

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:
In the meantime, she pulled her hair up into a ponytail, her hair still somewhat wet yet, but she'd worry about it later. She then, continued to hum a pop song that couldn't get out of her head as she leaned over the dryer's door, her large breasts hanging and bouncing as she smiled, and reached in to grab her clothes. She slipped on her open fingered leather gloves and her spiked wristbands, which were on top of the dryer along with her cropped jacket. She then grabbed her sexy, purple satin thong and slid it up her fine, shapely legs before snapping the butt floss between her plush cheeks...

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She posed in the mirror, smirking as her sexy body swayed and slowly settled after playfully buoyant bouncing. "Yeah... still got it~" She giggled, her voice low, cool, mellow and slightly on the husky side but with a few high notes in her cadence here and there*. She sighed though, shaking her head. "I... really need to start seeing people, I'm beginning to talk to myself now..." Sersha leaned her head back and 'ughh'ed, her hands on her hips as she slowly turned around to face the rest of her clothing on the dryer.

(*OOC: Linda Cardellini/Wendy(gravity falls) type voice? XD)

Creaaak....!



The door to the shower room opened abruptly, in stumbling the tall, thirty-something year old stoner and intern, Cory Orthojavsen, who helped himself and wandered inside:



The slightly slow, mellow man held Styrofoam pints of ice cream in each hand as he entered the room, and looked around:



"Yo, Serch... I got some mad deals on Ice Cream-" he began, then noticed the woman's large, hanging, bouncing chest- disrobed! "-woooaaah, holy half gallons batman those are most definitely not pints...! They're so... huuuge!" He gaped and half nodded. Granted, he was... a space cadet right now; he was so mellow nothing really phased him.

He continued to stare. "Huh... purple? I didn't picture that..." he said, slightly slack jaw.

The sound of the door creaking and the sight of it swinging wide open gave her goose bumps! No... Sersh thought with despair, turning to face the door that was locked, or it at least was supposed to be locked! Damn this place really IS falling apart!! She thought very briefly as she now stares at Cory, one of the other interns here who often smoked pot on the roof, she was pretty sure he was also the dealer for everyone's fix in this place too. Not... a malicious guy, as far as she knew. He lost various braincells from whatever he's done all these years to himself. He was kinda a sad case, really. He often bitched at doing small tasks, and she was sure the only reason why he wasn't fired was due to him being everyone's 'drug connection' and that he was best friends with her boss... Still! This was NOT COOL!

"G-get out!!" The woman stammered and then shrieked! Hurriedly and in vain, covering her flopping breasts with her arms, crossing her legs as he simply... stared at her, slack jawed and completely out of it! She grabbed one of her heavy duty motorcycle boots by the neck and threw it at him! The black leather, metal studded, steel toe boot smacked him in the face heel first, right into his left eye! "Get out! CORY! JESUS CHRIST I'M FUCKING NAKED!" She screamed, running back and cowering behind the shower curtain, jutting out her head to scold him! "Jesus Christ, dude, have ya fucking heard of knocking?! Not cool dude! Get out! GET THE FUCK OUT!!" Saoirse screamed at him, shaking with anger, her face flushed as pink as a peach!

Cory was hit by the boot and didn't react till he dropped the pints of ice cream onto the tiled floor! "Ahhh...! Owwww, hey dude, what the fuuuck...?" He groaned, wincing as he covered his eye. It was a sharp pain that made his nose water, he could feel it through his entire face. "Wha- duuude, not cool, that was some supremo shit man!" He says, snapping his head down at the ice cream and then back up at her as she was telling him why he didn't knockers- KNOCK. "The door was like, ajar and I didn't hear no water so I assumed you were just, like... you know, you're like...pretty... pretty hot Nelly, like... Maxim or like... Hooters, like even when your mean, youre- haha!" Cory started snickering as he thought of a dog surfing a banana inside a snow globe in his mind, thinking it would make for a nice t-shirt design, before remembering Saorise was screaming at him and was naked. "Woaaah... I like, saw you naked. Duuude, I'm like, blessed! HA!"

Random NPCs wrote:Cory was hit by the boot and didn't react till he dropped the pints of ice cream onto the tiled floor! "Ahhh...! Owwww, hey dude, what the fuuuck...?" He groaned, wincing as he covered his eye. It was a sharp pain that made his nose water, he could feel it through his entire face. "Wha- duuude, not cool, that was some supremo shit man!" He says, snapping his head down at the ice cream and then back up at her as she was telling him why he didn't knockers- KNOCK. "The door was like, ajar and I didn't hear no water so I assumed you were just, like... you know, you're like...pretty... pretty hot Nelly, like... Maxim or like... Hooters, like even when your mean, youre- haha!" Cory started snickering as he thought of a dog surfing a banana inside a snow globe in his mind, thinking it would make for a nice t-shirt design, before remembering Saorise was screaming at him and was naked. "Woaaah... I like, saw you naked. Duuude, I'm like, blessed! HA!"

Saoirse went from embarassed and angry, to Irish, fucking, livid!

"Cory, I don't care how blasted into space you are right now man," she says, as she grabbed the shower curtain rod. "...But I will fucking beat what ever brain cells are left in that head of yours if you don't. FUCKING. LEAVE!" Saoirse screamed, giving him his final warning! After a pause, with him simply blinking at the translucent shower curtain, fraying her last nerves she vocalized once more:

"NOW YOU RETARDED SPACE MONKEY!!" She screamed, knowing she just insulted monkeys in saying such!

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:

Saoirse went from embarassed and angry, to Irish, fucking, livid!

"Cory, I don't care how blasted into space you are right now man," she says, as she grabbed the shower curtain rod. "...But I will fucking beat what ever brain cells are left in that head of yours if you don't. FUCKING. LEAVE!" Saoirse screamed, giving him his final warning! After a pause, with him simply blinking at the translucent shower curtain, fraying her last nerves she vocalized once more:

"NOW YOU RETARDED SPACE MONKEY!!" She screamed, knowing she just insulted monkeys in saying such!

Cory blinked his eyelids slowly and then glanced down, almost looking... hurt? "Jeeze, thats harsh man.." he says, scuffing his used red sneaks against the tile. "Don't get your panties in a twist, shit man... why you gotta be such an asshole?" He sniffles, and then turned and headed out the door, slamming it behind him.













"Huh... Retarded Space Monkey sounds like an awesome band name, doesn't it?" He asked the woman through the door.

Random NPCs wrote:

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:

Saoirse went from embarassed and angry, to Irish, fucking, livid!

"Cory, I don't care how blasted into space you are right now man," she says, as she grabbed the shower curtain rod. "...But I will fucking beat what ever brain cells are left in that head of yours if you don't. FUCKING. LEAVE!" Saoirse screamed, giving him his final warning! After a pause, with him simply blinking at the translucent shower curtain, fraying her last nerves she vocalized once more:

"NOW YOU RETARDED SPACE MONKEY!!" She screamed, knowing she just insulted monkeys in saying such!

Cory blinked his eyelids slowly and then glanced down, almost looking... hurt? "Jeeze, thats harsh man.." he says, scuffing his used red sneaks against the tile. "Don't get your panties in a twist, shit man... why you gotta be such an asshole?" He sniffles, and then turned and headed out the door, slamming it behind him.

As soon as the door slammed, Saoirse drew out a sigh. "Wait, so now I'm the asshole?" She asked herself, rolling her eyes and blowing air up into her bangs. She stepped out from the curtain, still holding her chest in case he decided to have another peek, and hurried over to her clothing. She grabbed her bra, and clasped it on before spinning it around, squeezing each of her puppies in before sliding the strap up and around her shoulders. She adjusted the girls, before slipping on her crop top, a demonic skull graphic on the left breast.

"Jesus, personal space man... he's like, thirty something. He's gonna get canned for something reaally stupid one of these days, if not someone outright beat the shit out of him..." Sersh sighed, shaking her head pulling her head and arms through the crop top-

Random NPCs wrote:"Huh... Retarded Space Monkey sounds like an awesome band name, doesn't it?" He asked the woman through the door.

She pulls her head through, her sweater pillows bouncing as she turned to the door and SLAMMED onto it with her palm, making a loud booming noise! "PRIVACY!" She bellowed, frustrated, before grabbing the boot she had thrown at him, and returned to her clothes.

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Dressed, and finally ready to head out, she opens the door, and glares down the hall at Cory. She shook her head at him and pointed at him. "You're lucky the only thing you got is a black eye, now keep this to yourself, or I will report you, got it? Now, sorry about your ice cream, I'll buy ya a couple pints next time I'm back." she says as she walked over to the staff room to collect her guitar.

Cory turned to her and shrugged. "I got more in the freezer..." Cory began. "I was indecisive as hell man... peanut brittle, vanilla raspberry, choco banana crunch, PB choco Banana crunch, uh... choco chip, plain flavor..." he says as he went down the list, before watching her enter the staff room.

As soon as Saoirse entered the staff room, their boss, Victor Goldean was sitting on the floor, legs Indian style, and without his shirt or shoes.



He glanced up, and smiled at Saoirse, at Cory.

"Saoirse," he says, pronouncing her name correctly. "We need to talk about your... negative Karma, and how its... affecting the work place today. Its been a rough day for everyone, if you recall~" He says cracking his back, standing up, sliding on his A-shirt and grabbed the cigarette from the tray he had placed beside him. He took the stub, inhaled and then exhaled.



He took out his wallet, thumbing through the wads of cash, and handed her an extra $200. "I'll overlook it if you stick around a little longer. Its more for my own peace of mind, considering there's another riot... or something, happening in the city right now and you don't have a car? Yeah, can't let you be riding off into tear gas or something." He explained, and as he passed her, turned to her slightly. "You might want to answer your calls from your father while you're at it, see if he can pick you up." He added, then turned to Cory. "Something's wrong with the signal, I want you up on the roof checking the tower."

"Sure thing Vic..." Cory nodded, and waddled his way down the hall, whilst Vic made his way to the booths to try and start up the 8:00 Pm shift.

Saoirse wasn't about to ask the constantly stoned Cory why he had bought so much ice cream, as that in itself should have been enough to answer why. When she entered the staff room, she saw Vic, sitting there... doing his Retro-Bohemian... hippy thing again. She was unphased by seeing half naked dudes in the station which made Cory walking in on her in a way an ironic form of poetic justice? Still... none of these guys were really worth peeking at if she had to be totally honest.

She sighed as he spoke, in regards to her screaming at Cory. Vic's just as weird as Cory... I swear if he ended up washed ashore some desert island with a handful of other survivors from like a plane crash or ship sinking, he'd become a cult leader... She kept that to herself as he handed her two hundred bucks to stay longer?!

Yeah, that's totally not sketchy, and so not worth staying an hour or two longer than necessary... what the hell kind of psycho-babble bull shit he gonna throw at me now? She thought as she gave the man a suspicious glare. "What? Why? What do you mean 'another riot'?" She asked, but got no response as she held the two Benjamin's in her hand. She glanced down at them, then back to Cory who waddled off, along with Vic. "Wait, what? Why aren't you telling me anything man?!" She yelled down the hall at Vic who entered the sound booth without another word. "Shit..." she cursed, throwing her arms down, and looked around the room. She wandered over to her guitar bag, and plucked her mobile phone from the pouch:



She took the Nokia 5110 and checked the number of calls. She was alarmed by how many were from the R.P.D.'s Front Desk- a number her father rarely called from since it was like, not allowed at all. That was after the number of calls from her father's cell. Her brother Pat called three times, Kieran called four times, and there were only two from Sean. She tried dialing the front desk, and her eyes widened:

"I am sorry. The number you have dialed is experiencing a high call volume than normal. Please hang up, and try again later. Goodbye!"

"What... The fuck?" she gasped. She'd... never heard that before coming out of that office's phone machine!. She tried another number, the Captain's phone, Cahill, only to be used in emergencies.

"C'mon... C'mon...." she mumbled.

"This is Captain Cahill of the Raccoon City Police Department and S.W.A.T. Division-"

"-Yes, Captain, have you seen my-?"

"-I'm sorry but I am currently away from my desk. Leave your message after the tone, or you may get in touch with Lieutenant Handy or Lieutenant Brana-" She hung up, biting her lower lip!

"FFFFUCK!" Sersh hissed!

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She had tried her brothers, and only got static from Sean's number. She tried her father's house, in West Park, but no one was apparently home. She sat there on a depressing, distressed leather couch, her guitar in its soft cover case straddled across her legs, as she leaned over the instrument, staring down at the Nokia in both of her hands... anxiously waiting for it to light up or beep. The voice mails she was given... were horrifying.

Apparently Sean was taken to the hospital for bite wounds early this morning, fucking bite wounds! Kieran was actually shooting his goddamn gun on the line, telling someone to stay the fuck back and that guy rarely swore. He wanted her to get to the station, and meet up with Pat and Dad, that the streets weren't safe. Pat was just wondering where the fuck she was, and that to wait for Kieran and Dad when she got to the station, as he was going to run up and check out Sean's status.
Her father's calls were the most disheartening. He was the first to leave a message, back around noon, asking her to stay home, or at work, the riot hadn't stopped, and that Sean had been hurt on duty. Then his next call was asking her to pick up, and call him back as soon as she could, and that she needed to head to the Police Station. A third call was from him sounding frantic, his battery was low, Patrick hadn't returned yet from Raccoon General, and Kieran was still somewhere in New Prague district. Then the three voice messages from the front desk were from her father saying he'd wait for her there, and the city was getting worse. He was crying in the last... begging her to answer, to come to the station before he got cut out, as if the cord had been removed or something!

"Oh man..." she shuttered. So much shit happened between the riot at the stadium and having to try and keep things covered here, she never imagined her father or her brothers... all of them, caught up in it! I really... really gotta get to the station, get to Dad. God, I hope everyone's all right...! Why can't he reach Sean or Pat? They like, have radios! Shouldn't they be able to simply patch into one another? She thought, when she remembered what Vic said to Cory:

Random NPCs wrote:"Something's wrong with the signal, I want you up on the roof checking the tower."

It was just a total conspiracy theory... but what if... no radio signal was getting out? Like, there was complete and total jamming? Could that be possible...? She... wasn't sure. Maybe? She could make a Y incision on a cadaver and tell you how deep you needed to cut and where to cut, but she really didn't know too much about the station here or how the radios worked- they barely let her enter the sound room after all.

Now she was wondering where the hell Cory was at? He didn't take this long, even high as a kite, with the tower stuff. He was definitely more equipped to know what to do up there than she did...

She pulled out piece of paper from her case... the lyrics to the song she had recently written, and wanted to put out on the air... she thought it sounded pretty good, but oddly... she felt really... connected to it at this current predicament:



Untitled-Future in my Hands?

Standing wear where I should be
Believing as I'm told to believe
Being told who I should be
Doing what I should do
Did you hear what I said?
Did you hear get what I meant?
Jesus will you two stop fucking next door?!
What you saw is an illusion
Your You're living in delusion

Going on and on I have the future in my hands
Getting lose from days
I never could get over
Going on and on until
I'm finally myself
Getting out of this dishonest world
I never wanted
Now is the time
Now is the time

(small guitar solo? Yeah... small give them a taste)

Ask me if you're anxious
I'll give you all the answers
Truth or dare – it's your choice
Your truth is what you wish for

Who am I to tell you that the future's in your hands? (yeah like that...!-don't sing this bitch >.<)
Set me free from lies and cold deceptions.
I'm so scared
Work on 8/27 @ 11 AM
Going on and on across this land,
Across the time
Going on to see, to feel, to breathe
I've always wanted TO BELIEVE! (Ficking booz)

Sleepless nights especially with those two fucking next door...
I'm spending too much time sitting doing nothing
Counting all the words that broke my heart
I'm leaving all my past here
Then I'll see the world for sure

(Guitar solo- thrash it hard!)

Going on and on I have the future in my hands
Getting lose from days
I never could get over
Going on and on until
I'm finally myself
Getting out of this dishonest world
I never wanted
Now is the time
Now is the time
Now is the time
Chase after time
Chase after time
Chase after time(two's good enough)


She didn't know if she had what it took for lyrics, she'd been practicing her guitar and her voice though... so she was sure at least, it make a nice one hit wonder... But now, looking at it, she just felt depressed. She closed her eyes, folding the rough draft of her song, and tucked it into the pocket of the guitar case again, and got up. "I'm not standing around here any longer..." Saoirse said, forcing herself to stand up. She was leaving, even if she had to walk through Cory and Vic, or whoever still was here. She was going home... well, to the station. She needed to see her family.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:Saoirse wasn't about to ask the constantly stoned Cory why he had bought so much ice cream, as that in itself should have been enough to answer why. When she entered the staff room, she saw Vic, sitting there... doing his Retro-Bohemian... hippy thing again. She was unphased by seeing half naked dudes in the station which made Cory walking in on her in a way an ironic form of poetic justice? Still... none of these guys were really worth peeking at if she had to be totally honest.

She sighed as he spoke, in regards to her screaming at Cory. Vic's just as weird as Cory... I swear if he ended up washed ashore some desert island with a handful of other survivors from like a plane crash or ship sinking, he'd become a cult leader... She kept that to herself as he handed her two hundred bucks to stay longer?!

Yeah, that's totally not sketchy, and so not worth staying an hour or two longer than necessary... what the hell kind of psycho-babble bull shit he gonna throw at me now? She thought as she gave the man a suspicious glare. "What? Why? What do you mean 'another riot'?" She asked, but got no response as she held the two Benjamin's in her hand. She glanced down at them, then back to Cory who waddled off, along with Vic. "Wait, what? Why aren't you telling me anything man?!" She yelled down the hall at Vic who entered the sound booth without another word. "Shit..." she cursed, throwing her arms down, and looked around the room. She wandered over to her guitar bag, and plucked her mobile phone from the pouch:



She took the Nokia 5110 and checked the number of calls. She was alarmed by how many were from the R.P.D.'s Front Desk- a number her father rarely called from since it was like, not allowed at all. That was after the number of calls from her father's cell. Her brother Pat called three times, Kieran called four times, and there were only two from Sean. She tried dialing the front desk, and her eyes widened:

"I am sorry. The number you have dialed is experiencing a high call volume than normal. Please hang up, and try again later. Goodbye!"

"What... The fuck?" she gasped. She'd... never heard that before coming out of that office's phone machine!. She tried another number, the Captain's phone, Cahill, only to be used in emergencies.

"C'mon... C'mon...." she mumbled.

"This is Captain Cahill of the Raccoon City Police Department and S.W.A.T. Division-"

"-Yes, Captain, have you seen my-?"

"-I'm sorry but I am currently away from my desk. Leave your message after the tone, or you may get in touch with Lieutenant Handy or Lieutenant Brana-" She hung up, biting her lower lip!

"FFFFUCK!" Sersh hissed!

---

She had tried her brothers, and only got static from Sean's number. She tried her father's house, in West Park, but no one was apparently home. She sat there on a depressing, distressed leather couch, her guitar in its soft cover case straddled across her legs, as she leaned over the instrument, staring down at the Nokia in both of her hands... anxiously waiting for it to light up or beep. The voice mails she was given... were horrifying.

Apparently Sean was taken to the hospital for bite wounds early this morning, fucking bite wounds! Kieran was actually shooting his goddamn gun on the line, telling someone to stay the fuck back and that guy rarely swore. He wanted her to get to the station, and meet up with Pat and Dad, that the streets weren't safe. Pat was just wondering where the fuck she was, and that to wait for Kieran and Dad when she got to the station, as he was going to run up and check out Sean's status.
Her father's calls were the most disheartening. He was the first to leave a message, back around noon, asking her to stay home, or at work, the riot hadn't stopped, and that Sean had been hurt on duty. Then his next call was asking her to pick up, and call him back as soon as she could, and that she needed to head to the Police Station. A third call was from him sounding frantic, his battery was low, Patrick hadn't returned yet from Raccoon General, and Kieran was still somewhere in New Prague district. Then the three voice messages from the front desk were from her father saying he'd wait for her there, and the city was getting worse. He was crying in the last... begging her to answer, to come to the station before he got cut out, as if the cord had been removed or something!

"Oh man..." she shuttered. So much shit happened between the riot at the stadium and having to try and keep things covered here, she never imagined her father or her brothers... all of them, caught up in it! I really... really gotta get to the station, get to Dad. God, I hope everyone's all right...! Why can't he reach Sean or Pat? They like, have radios! Shouldn't they be able to simply patch into one another? She thought, when she remembered what Vic said to Cory:

Random NPCs wrote:"Something's wrong with the signal, I want you up on the roof checking the tower."

It was just a total conspiracy theory... but what if... no radio signal was getting out? Like, there was complete and total jamming? Could that be possible...? She... wasn't sure. Maybe? She could make a Y incision on a cadaver and tell you how deep you needed to cut and where to cut, but she really didn't know too much about the station here or how the radios worked- they barely let her enter the sound room after all.

Now she was wondering where the hell Cory was at? He didn't take this long, even high as a kite, with the tower stuff. He was definitely more equipped to know what to do up there than she did...

She pulled out piece of paper from her case... the lyrics to the song she had recently written, and wanted to put out on the air... she thought it sounded pretty good, but oddly... she felt really... connected to it at this current predicament:



Untitled-Future in my Hands?

Standing wear where I should be
Believing as I'm told to believe
Being told who I should be
Doing what I should do
Did you hear what I said?
Did you hear get what I meant?
Jesus will you two stop fucking next door?!
What you saw is an illusion
Your You're living in delusion

Going on and on I have the future in my hands
Getting lose from days
I never could get over
Going on and on until
I'm finally myself
Getting out of this dishonest world
I never wanted
Now is the time
Now is the time

(small guitar solo? Yeah... small give them a taste)

Ask me if you're anxious
I'll give you all the answers
Truth or dare – it's your choice
Your truth is what you wish for

Who am I to tell you that the future's in your hands? (yeah like that...!-don't sing this bitch >.<)
Set me free from lies and cold deceptions.
I'm so scared
Work on 8/27 @ 11 AM
Going on and on across this land,
Across the time
Going on to see, to feel, to breathe
I've always wanted TO BELIEVE! (Ficking booz)

Sleepless nights especially with those two fucking next door...
I'm spending too much time sitting doing nothing
Counting all the words that broke my heart
I'm leaving all my past here
Then I'll see the world for sure

(Guitar solo- thrash it hard!)

Going on and on I have the future in my hands
Getting lose from days
I never could get over
Going on and on until
I'm finally myself
Getting out of this dishonest world
I never wanted
Now is the time
Now is the time
Now is the time
Chase after time
Chase after time
Chase after time(two's good enough)


She didn't know if she had what it took for lyrics, she'd been practicing her guitar and her voice though... so she was sure at least, it make a nice one hit wonder... But now, looking at it, she just felt depressed. She closed her eyes, folding the rough draft of her song, and tucked it into the pocket of the guitar case again, and got up. "I'm not standing around here any longer..." Saoirse said, forcing herself to stand up. She was leaving, even if she had to walk through Cory and Vic, or whoever still was here. She was going home... well, to the station. She needed to see her family.

As she was heading down the hall, towards the lobby and the antechamber to the self storage facility's office, Vic slid into view with a raised brow.



"You going somewhere, Saoirse? I felt your chi change, and the color of your aura seems to have changed its hue... you are both determined, but a sadness pervades your soul..." he says softly reaching out, only to be batted away by her and he backed off, arms raised. Vic was a tall man. Dark brown hair that was long and in partial dreds, with large, blue eyes and a beard. He had a scar down the left side of his face he never talked about, and despite being lean, he was taut with muscle. "Sorry, I forgot... you have a personal space issue." he smirked before taking a drag off his cig and then exhaled.



"Well, if you want to leave..." he began, smirking...

---

Outside...

Cory shook his head side to side. "Nothing's wrong man..." he sighed, and descended the tower, taking off the thick, insulated, protective, utility gloves onto the roof before placing his hands on his hips and glanced up at the tower. "I checked it twice, all the wires are nice, nothin' naughty... like Nelly's Powder Puffs... that makes me wonder if McCrackbaby ever got the okay from that Cartoon studio. What he call that cartoon he did again? 'Whoopass Stew'? Said he was gonna change it to Powder Puff something another... eh, gotta call'em up again... been a while since I been in Cali..." he thought outloud before shrugging, and then heard a noise down below. Curious as a gnat, Cory leaned over the edge of the roof down a story, at the man dressed as a Campus Security guard. He looked injured, like, bad.

"Please, you... gotta... Pembroke... he says, if the damn station can't... you... guys..." he gasped, panting, the officer twitched and groaned, the wounds from his arm and neck were extensive!

"Woah..." Cory blinked. "Someone's havin' a bad trip... wonder what he's on...?"

---

Vic, stepped aside. "The door's there. I can't hold you here against your will, Saoirse." He said, with a faint smile, and spread his right arm across his chest like a flight traffic controller, to wave her through. "You have the keys, just stop back if there's nothing out there for you. It's your choice, after all... but its dangerous. The city's aura changed. It always was a little bleak, but now... its turned black as coal... like a necrotic sore on a dead man's body..." he says, taking his cig and bringing it up to his lips for another drag.

Just then...

BANG!-BANG!

Both turned their head towards the door as Cory stumbled in, turning with the gun in his left hand and shooting at the man chasing him, screaming all the while! "FUCK FUCK! FUCK MAN!" He screamed, wincing as he pulled the trigger, the glock 19 he took from the officer who bit his left hand was now aimed at the said man's face, which finally stopped him in his tracks!

"Cory!" Vic called out, rather than scream or cry. Simply raised his voice's volume, still sounding chill as always as he made his way over to the fallen junkie. The man was sweaty, bleeding profusely from the semicircle around his left hand! "H-he-jus---he just attacked me for no reason man!" whimpered the crying Cory. Who sat on the carpeted hallway floor, trembling, blood dripping from the bite wound. "I-I-I had no choice dude, he was latched on like a dog, so I grabbed his gun and shot him, but the bullet's case like, hit me in the face and then he grabbed my shoulders and I did the b-best I could to run, but he kept following me so -so-so..." he stammered, as he held the gun in his wounded hand having switched to his more dominant hand during the experience.

Vic knelt down, arm around Cory and shushed him. "No worries, I'll clean this mess up..." he says, before he glanced over to Saoirse. "...you still sure about leaving now?" He asked, a serious look on his face, before he helped Cory up. "Saoirse... would you mind, at least, bandaging Cory's wound before you go? I need to take care of this... body." he began, looking down at the fallen campus security guard. He found it curious he got this far from the campus... but to what end?

"...Cory likes you after all, he'll calm down quicker. Plus, I need to know his side of the story of what happened. Get him to talk, okay?" He asked in that odd, soothing tone as he entered the lobby room, and began to check over the corpse of the guard...

Random NPCs wrote:

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:Saoirse wasn't about to ask the constantly stoned Cory why he had bought so much ice cream, as that in itself should have been enough to answer why. When she entered the staff room, she saw Vic, sitting there... doing his Retro-Bohemian... hippy thing again. She was unphased by seeing half naked dudes in the station which made Cory walking in on her in a way an ironic form of poetic justice? Still... none of these guys were really worth peeking at if she had to be totally honest.

She sighed as he spoke, in regards to her screaming at Cory. Vic's just as weird as Cory... I swear if he ended up washed ashore some desert island with a handful of other survivors from like a plane crash or ship sinking, he'd become a cult leader... She kept that to herself as he handed her two hundred bucks to stay longer?!

Yeah, that's totally not sketchy, and so not worth staying an hour or two longer than necessary... what the hell kind of psycho-babble bull shit he gonna throw at me now? She thought as she gave the man a suspicious glare. "What? Why? What do you mean 'another riot'?" She asked, but got no response as she held the two Benjamin's in her hand. She glanced down at them, then back to Cory who waddled off, along with Vic. "Wait, what? Why aren't you telling me anything man?!" She yelled down the hall at Vic who entered the sound booth without another word. "Shit..." she cursed, throwing her arms down, and looked around the room. She wandered over to her guitar bag, and plucked her mobile phone from the pouch:



She took the Nokia 5110 and checked the number of calls. She was alarmed by how many were from the R.P.D.'s Front Desk- a number her father rarely called from since it was like, not allowed at all. That was after the number of calls from her father's cell. Her brother Pat called three times, Kieran called four times, and there were only two from Sean. She tried dialing the front desk, and her eyes widened:

"I am sorry. The number you have dialed is experiencing a high call volume than normal. Please hang up, and try again later. Goodbye!"

"What... The fuck?" she gasped. She'd... never heard that before coming out of that office's phone machine!. She tried another number, the Captain's phone, Cahill, only to be used in emergencies.

"C'mon... C'mon...." she mumbled.

"This is Captain Cahill of the Raccoon City Police Department and S.W.A.T. Division-"

"-Yes, Captain, have you seen my-?"

"-I'm sorry but I am currently away from my desk. Leave your message after the tone, or you may get in touch with Lieutenant Handy or Lieutenant Brana-" She hung up, biting her lower lip!

"FFFFUCK!" Sersh hissed!

---

She had tried her brothers, and only got static from Sean's number. She tried her father's house, in West Park, but no one was apparently home. She sat there on a depressing, distressed leather couch, her guitar in its soft cover case straddled across her legs, as she leaned over the instrument, staring down at the Nokia in both of her hands... anxiously waiting for it to light up or beep. The voice mails she was given... were horrifying.

Apparently Sean was taken to the hospital for bite wounds early this morning, fucking bite wounds! Kieran was actually shooting his goddamn gun on the line, telling someone to stay the fuck back and that guy rarely swore. He wanted her to get to the station, and meet up with Pat and Dad, that the streets weren't safe. Pat was just wondering where the fuck she was, and that to wait for Kieran and Dad when she got to the station, as he was going to run up and check out Sean's status.
Her father's calls were the most disheartening. He was the first to leave a message, back around noon, asking her to stay home, or at work, the riot hadn't stopped, and that Sean had been hurt on duty. Then his next call was asking her to pick up, and call him back as soon as she could, and that she needed to head to the Police Station. A third call was from him sounding frantic, his battery was low, Patrick hadn't returned yet from Raccoon General, and Kieran was still somewhere in New Prague district. Then the three voice messages from the front desk were from her father saying he'd wait for her there, and the city was getting worse. He was crying in the last... begging her to answer, to come to the station before he got cut out, as if the cord had been removed or something!

"Oh man..." she shuttered. So much shit happened between the riot at the stadium and having to try and keep things covered here, she never imagined her father or her brothers... all of them, caught up in it! I really... really gotta get to the station, get to Dad. God, I hope everyone's all right...! Why can't he reach Sean or Pat? They like, have radios! Shouldn't they be able to simply patch into one another? She thought, when she remembered what Vic said to Cory:

Random NPCs wrote:"Something's wrong with the signal, I want you up on the roof checking the tower."

It was just a total conspiracy theory... but what if... no radio signal was getting out? Like, there was complete and total jamming? Could that be possible...? She... wasn't sure. Maybe? She could make a Y incision on a cadaver and tell you how deep you needed to cut and where to cut, but she really didn't know too much about the station here or how the radios worked- they barely let her enter the sound room after all.

Now she was wondering where the hell Cory was at? He didn't take this long, even high as a kite, with the tower stuff. He was definitely more equipped to know what to do up there than she did...

She pulled out piece of paper from her case... the lyrics to the song she had recently written, and wanted to put out on the air... she thought it sounded pretty good, but oddly... she felt really... connected to it at this current predicament:



Untitled-Future in my Hands?

Standing wear where I should be
Believing as I'm told to believe
Being told who I should be
Doing what I should do
Did you hear what I said?
Did you hear get what I meant?
Jesus will you two stop fucking next door?!
What you saw is an illusion
Your You're living in delusion

Going on and on I have the future in my hands
Getting lose from days
I never could get over
Going on and on until
I'm finally myself
Getting out of this dishonest world
I never wanted
Now is the time
Now is the time

(small guitar solo? Yeah... small give them a taste)

Ask me if you're anxious
I'll give you all the answers
Truth or dare – it's your choice
Your truth is what you wish for

Who am I to tell you that the future's in your hands? (yeah like that...!-don't sing this bitch >.<)
Set me free from lies and cold deceptions.
I'm so scared
Work on 8/27 @ 11 AM
Going on and on across this land,
Across the time
Going on to see, to feel, to breathe
I've always wanted TO BELIEVE! (Ficking booz)

Sleepless nights especially with those two fucking next door...
I'm spending too much time sitting doing nothing
Counting all the words that broke my heart
I'm leaving all my past here
Then I'll see the world for sure

(Guitar solo- thrash it hard!)

Going on and on I have the future in my hands
Getting lose from days
I never could get over
Going on and on until
I'm finally myself
Getting out of this dishonest world
I never wanted
Now is the time
Now is the time
Now is the time
Chase after time
Chase after time
Chase after time(two's good enough)


She didn't know if she had what it took for lyrics, she'd been practicing her guitar and her voice though... so she was sure at least, it make a nice one hit wonder... But now, looking at it, she just felt depressed. She closed her eyes, folding the rough draft of her song, and tucked it into the pocket of the guitar case again, and got up. "I'm not standing around here any longer..." Saoirse said, forcing herself to stand up. She was leaving, even if she had to walk through Cory and Vic, or whoever still was here. She was going home... well, to the station. She needed to see her family.

As she was heading down the hall, towards the lobby and the antechamber to the self storage facility's office, Vic slid into view with a raised brow.



"You going somewhere, Saoirse? I felt your chi change, and the color of your aura seems to have changed its hue... you are both determined, but a sadness pervades your soul..." he says softly reaching out, only to be batted away by her and he backed off, arms raised. Vic was a tall man. Dark brown hair that was long and in partial dreds, with large, blue eyes and a beard. He had a scar down the left side of his face he never talked about, and despite being lean, he was taut with muscle. "Sorry, I forgot... you have a personal space issue." he smirked before taking a drag off his cig and then exhaled.



"Well, if you want to leave..." he began, smirking...

---

Outside...

Cory shook his head side to side. "Nothing's wrong man..." he sighed, and descended the tower, taking off the thick, insulated, protective, utility gloves onto the roof before placing his hands on his hips and glanced up at the tower. "I checked it twice, all the wires are nice, nothin' naughty... like Nelly's Powder Puffs... that makes me wonder if McCrackbaby ever got the okay from that Cartoon studio. What he call that cartoon he did again? 'Whoopass Stew'? Said he was gonna change it to Powder Puff something another... eh, gotta call'em up again... been a while since I been in Cali..." he thought outloud before shrugging, and then heard a noise down below. Curious as a gnat, Cory leaned over the edge of the roof down a story, at the man dressed as a Campus Security guard. He looked injured, like, bad.

"Please, you... gotta... Pembroke... he says, if the damn station can't... you... guys..." he gasped, panting, the officer twitched and groaned, the wounds from his arm and neck were extensive!

"Woah..." Cory blinked. "Someone's havin' a bad trip... wonder what he's on...?"

---

Vic, stepped aside. "The door's there. I can't hold you here against your will, Saoirse." He said, with a faint smile, and spread his right arm across his chest like a flight traffic controller, to wave her through. "You have the keys, just stop back if there's nothing out there for you. It's your choice, after all... but its dangerous. The city's aura changed. It always was a little bleak, but now... its turned black as coal... like a necrotic sore on a dead man's body..." he says, taking his cig and bringing it up to his lips for another drag.

Just then...

BANG!-BANG!

Both turned their head towards the door as Cory stumbled in, turning with the gun in his left hand and shooting at the man chasing him, screaming all the while! "FUCK FUCK! FUCK MAN!" He screamed, wincing as he pulled the trigger, the glock 19 he took from the officer who bit his left hand was now aimed at the said man's face, which finally stopped him in his tracks!

"Cory!" Vic called out, rather than scream or cry. Simply raised his voice's volume, still sounding chill as always as he made his way over to the fallen junkie. The man was sweaty, bleeding profusely from the semicircle around his left hand! "H-he-jus---he just attacked me for no reason man!" whimpered the crying Cory. Who sat on the carpeted hallway floor, trembling, blood dripping from the bite wound. "I-I-I had no choice dude, he was latched on like a dog, so I grabbed his gun and shot him, but the bullet's case like, hit me in the face and then he grabbed my shoulders and I did the b-best I could to run, but he kept following me so -so-so..." he stammered, as he held the gun in his wounded hand having switched to his more dominant hand during the experience.

Vic knelt down, arm around Cory and shushed him. "No worries, I'll clean this mess up..." he says, before he glanced over to Saoirse. "...you still sure about leaving now?" He asked, a serious look on his face, before he helped Cory up. "Saoirse... would you mind, at least, bandaging Cory's wound before you go? I need to take care of this... body." he began, looking down at the fallen campus security guard. He found it curious he got this far from the campus... but to what end?

"...Cory likes you after all, he'll calm down quicker. Plus, I need to know his side of the story of what happened. Get him to talk, okay?" He asked in that odd, soothing tone as he entered the lobby room, and began to check over the corpse of the guard...

Saoirse was beginning to get bad vibes herself from her boss' muted smile and just... overall odd personality. This girl ain't drinkin' no coolaid... She told herself, gulping, feeling genuinely afraid suddenly of her coworker, her superior. She had a hand already in her front pocket already thankfully, around the grip of the tactical police knife her father gave her:



She gave Victor a scowl, as she waited for him to say something pervasive, when he suddenly stepped aside and waved her on!

She raised a brow at this and nodded. "Thanks..." she says, but lingered, feeling off by the entire thing. As she was about to move however, in came, shooting, and screaming, an injured Cory. She put her hands to her mouth, her large green irises contracting from the sight of Cory, bleeding from his hand, shooting a gun at what looked like one of the campus security guys! Oh my God, did he just... kill him?! She mentally screamed before she gasped.

"Jesus Christ... wha... what the hell just happen?!" Saoirse stammered, as Vic looked at her, persisting that she at least stay long enough to bandage and calm Cory down. She shook her head side to side, especially when he said he would 'take care of the body', like, who the fuck says that?! "What you need to do is call the police." She says, not bringing up the fact that it couldn't be done if the the front desk phone was too busy to answer her own calls. She sighed, and gently put an arm around Cory, and looked at his massive bite wound, and the gun. "Okay, Cor? Eyes on me, OK dude? I'll take that for now-" she says, grabbing the glock from his hand. It was still rather hot, but she didn't want him to harm himself with it given his... well, he just didn't seem responsible enough to hold one of these really.

She held it in her free hand and brought him to the staff room to tend to that wound.

---

"There you go." she says, finishing the bandage, having disinfected the wound with the limited supplies they had- a can of first aid spray from the 80s it looked, peroxide and white gauze bandages. "Should keep you going a little longer... what happened?" She asked, sitting on one end of the couch, knees bent at an angle as she turned to him.

He was silent, still likely in shock of the situation, or... really in the depths of whatever kite he was flying before he got onto the rooftop.

So, blinking, hands in her lap, she looked down at his other hand, and asked:

"What's with the burning horse...? Been meaning to ask..." she asked, hoping the unrelated question would elicit a response.

Vic waited for the pair to leave his sight, before he knelt down beside the campus security guard, and checked him. He had a letter from a guy named Pembroke, another security guard from the campus, stating the city was overrun by zombies and some strange monsters and that the radio station needed to essentially tune into the frequency he had set up at the university so that the emergency services could expand their radio range, as he suspected that there was some sort of external jamming focused on them from outside Raccoon. He pondered this for a moment... before crumpling the paper in both hands.

---

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:
"There you go." she says, finishing the bandage, having disinfected the wound with the limited supplies they had- a can of first aid spray from the 80s it looked, peroxide and white gauze bandages. "Should keep you going a little longer... what happened?" She asked, sitting on one end of the couch, knees bent at an angle as she turned to him.

He was silent, still likely in shock of the situation, or... really in the depths of whatever kite he was flying before he got onto the rooftop.

He was unresponsive, thinking of how he descended the ladder and then used the 'short cut' down by using the dumpster below as a platform, then he made his way around from the back to the front. The Campus Cop was simply swaying... head slightly cocked to the side and looking away from him. He reached out, tapping his shoulder, when he turned and saw those lifeless eyes... then, the teeth... the bite... the struggle-

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:So, blinking, hands in her lap, she looked down at his other hand, and asked:

"What's with the burning horse...? Been meaning to ask..." she asked, hoping the unrelated question would elicit a response.

"Oh this?" "Its Rapidash from Pokeman. Like, I went to the tat shop on 38th, and was like- Rapidash... and they were like, whaa? So, I said- 'it's like a horse... thats on fire'. They gave me this, so... yeah..." he says, waving his good hand about, shrugging.

He sighed, leaning against the chair, setting his injured hand on her right leg, patting it before she swiftly pushed it off. "You're good people, Nelly... really, you are. You're like a fire cracker... you're pretty and you go 'boom'." he said, before he looked away. "He... was fine one moment, then the next he had the mad munchies for my flesh, like a damn zombie from like that Romero movie, dude... it was gnarly too, he looked like he decayed within... seconds. It was trippy, I'm not sure if I'm just high or that really happened man..." he says with bewilderment and shook his head.

"Its done-" Vic says as he entered the room, cleaning his hands with a rag, glancing over to Saoirse and Cory. "How are you holding up Cory?" He asked, concerned.

"Pretty well, bossman! Serch totally healed me back to 100%, she's a total babe and like, smart, dude." he said in a braindead manner, as he tried to put his arm around the woman- only to have it lifted and thrown back at him.

Vic smirked. "Good. Well, I suppose you'll be leaving us, then?" he asked Saoirse, turning to her. Cory looked disheartened. "Waaah?"

"From the sound of things, the city isn't getting any better." Vic began, and then paced the room, walking over to the window, pulling up the curtain and nodded out. "See? Its becoming more grim out there... this campus guard came out this way to ask us to make a report on the radio, that the R.P.D. has fallen." he says, then turned to her. "It looks like the military will be coming in too, to... 'clean things up'. Its dangerous out there, and people are turning into 'zombies' like Night of the Living Dead-"

"-That! That was the movie!" Cory chimed in clapping his hands, nodding before delayed reaction made him wince and tense up his face. "Ooooow.....!" He hissed, kissing his left hand-

Vic ignored Cory and continued, looking at Saoirse. "I'm sorry to say it, but it looks like its every man for themselves out there." He explained, before setting a hand on her shoulder. "I understand if you have to go out there, in that mess, looking for what may remain of your family... but you have skills, Saoirse. Beyond what you call your 'music' which is questionable." he began, gently patting her shoulder with his fingertips. "We could use someone like you with your skills. You know how a person ticks, you've got medical knowledge and a bright aura. Its only you, me, Cory, Tommy, Mike, and Loid here. Its not much, but with some trips, we can turn this little station into a fortress. What do you say? Want to help and be a part of something bigger?" He asked with a smile.

Random NPCs wrote:Vic waited for the pair to leave his sight, before he knelt down beside the campus security guard, and checked him. He had a letter from a guy named Pembroke, another security guard from the campus, stating the city was overrun by zombies and some strange monsters and that the radio station needed to essentially tune into the frequency he had set up at the university so that the emergency services could expand their radio range, as he suspected that there was some sort of external jamming focused on them from outside Raccoon. He pondered this for a moment... before crumpling the paper in both hands.

---

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:
"There you go." she says, finishing the bandage, having disinfected the wound with the limited supplies they had- a can of first aid spray from the 80s it looked, peroxide and white gauze bandages. "Should keep you going a little longer... what happened?" She asked, sitting on one end of the couch, knees bent at an angle as she turned to him.

He was silent, still likely in shock of the situation, or... really in the depths of whatever kite he was flying before he got onto the rooftop.

He was unresponsive, thinking of how he descended the ladder and then used the 'short cut' down by using the dumpster below as a platform, then he made his way around from the back to the front. The Campus Cop was simply swaying... head slightly cocked to the side and looking away from him. He reached out, tapping his shoulder, when he turned and saw those lifeless eyes... then, the teeth... the bite... the struggle-

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:So, blinking, hands in her lap, she looked down at his other hand, and asked:

"What's with the burning horse...? Been meaning to ask..." she asked, hoping the unrelated question would elicit a response.

"Oh this?" "Its Rapidash from Pokeman. Like, I went to the tat shop on 38th, and was like- Rapidash... and they were like, whaa? So, I said- 'it's like a horse... thats on fire'. They gave me this, so... yeah..." he says, waving his good hand about, shrugging.

He sighed, leaning against the chair, setting his injured hand on her right leg, patting it before she swiftly pushed it off. "You're good people, Nelly... really, you are. You're like a fire cracker... you're pretty and you go 'boom'." he said, before he looked away. "He... was fine one moment, then the next he had the mad munchies for my flesh, like a damn zombie from like that Romero movie, dude... it was gnarly too, he looked like he decayed within... seconds. It was trippy, I'm not sure if I'm just high or that really happened man..." he says with bewilderment and shook his head.

"Its done-" Vic says as he entered the room, cleaning his hands with a rag, glancing over to Saoirse and Cory. "How are you holding up Cory?" He asked, concerned.

"Pretty well, bossman! Serch totally healed me back to 100%, she's a total babe and like, smart, dude." he said in a braindead manner, as he tried to put his arm around the woman- only to have it lifted and thrown back at him.

Vic smirked. "Good. Well, I suppose you'll be leaving us, then?" he asked Saoirse, turning to her. Cory looked disheartened. "Waaah?"

"From the sound of things, the city isn't getting any better." Vic began, and then paced the room, walking over to the window, pulling up the curtain and nodded out. "See? Its becoming more grim out there... this campus guard came out this way to ask us to make a report on the radio, that the R.P.D. has fallen." he says, then turned to her. "It looks like the military will be coming in too, to... 'clean things up'. Its dangerous out there, and people are turning into 'zombies' like Night of the Living Dead-"

"-That! That was the movie!" Cory chimed in clapping his hands, nodding before delayed reaction made him wince and tense up his face. "Ooooow.....!" He hissed, kissing his left hand-

Vic ignored Cory and continued, looking at Saoirse. "I'm sorry to say it, but it looks like its every man for themselves out there." He explained, before setting a hand on her shoulder. "I understand if you have to go out there, in that mess, looking for what may remain of your family... but you have skills, Saoirse. Beyond what you call your 'music' which is questionable." he began, gently patting her shoulder with his fingertips. "We could use someone like you with your skills. You know how a person ticks, you've got medical knowledge and a bright aura. Its only you, me, Cory, Tommy, Mike, and Loid here. Its not much, but with some trips, we can turn this little station into a fortress. What do you say? Want to help and be a part of something bigger?" He asked with a smile.

"Oh... well, I see." She nodded as Cory explained the horse. Regretting I asked now... but eh, not as bad as him still thinking he's got a shot at me, nooo way Jose. She thought, before he... sorta complimented her? "Thanks...?" She said with a slightly fake smile, only slightly finding the euphemism funny. Still... better than what he said about Maxim, and... Hooters. Yeah. I'm totally blowing this Popsicle stand. She thought, and was standing up after Cory tried to put an arm around her, being not too forceful as she did it when Vic entered. She helped out Cory, she owed them that much, but she was leaving. And what Vic said... just didn't add up. She wasn't Helen Keller, she saw Cory shoot that cop in the head! Yeah, and he magically was able to tell you what happened outside before he 'died' right? Or his 'spirit talk' to you? Okay... and I'm the fucking Queen of England! She thought... but did not say such things, now feeling very... off about Victor.

'Part of something bigger?' Jesus shit me Christ, this is 'drink the coolaid' bullshit! My family out there is gone? What, he thinks my family would just sit still and be fucked by 'zombies'? Shit, for all I know Cory just shot the fucking cop as he tried to evacuate us! Kieran, Pat, or even Dad may have sent him here! Well, I suppose Vic and Cory think by saying this I'd wanna 'play house' with them too huh? And fuck you man! Insulting my music?! He's never even let me make a demo reel! FUCK! Like hell am I staying here! She thought, and then pushed Vic's hand aside. "Nah, gonna make a hard no on that." she said, confidently and smoothly. She walked past him, not letting him get the chance to stop her.

She kept walking down the hall, quickly making her way towards the lobby, pushing through the door and noticed the blood stain where campus cop was, now a bloody trail leading towards one of the doors leading into the self storage facility next door. She didn't want to know. "Tsk, 'My Aura' fuckin' hippy bullshit..." she said under her breath walking over to her bike, grabbing it to ride out of here.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:

Random NPCs wrote:Vic waited for the pair to leave his sight, before he knelt down beside the campus security guard, and checked him. He had a letter from a guy named Pembroke, another security guard from the campus, stating the city was overrun by zombies and some strange monsters and that the radio station needed to essentially tune into the frequency he had set up at the university so that the emergency services could expand their radio range, as he suspected that there was some sort of external jamming focused on them from outside Raccoon. He pondered this for a moment... before crumpling the paper in both hands.

---

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:
"There you go." she says, finishing the bandage, having disinfected the wound with the limited supplies they had- a can of first aid spray from the 80s it looked, peroxide and white gauze bandages. "Should keep you going a little longer... what happened?" She asked, sitting on one end of the couch, knees bent at an angle as she turned to him.

He was silent, still likely in shock of the situation, or... really in the depths of whatever kite he was flying before he got onto the rooftop.

He was unresponsive, thinking of how he descended the ladder and then used the 'short cut' down by using the dumpster below as a platform, then he made his way around from the back to the front. The Campus Cop was simply swaying... head slightly cocked to the side and looking away from him. He reached out, tapping his shoulder, when he turned and saw those lifeless eyes... then, the teeth... the bite... the struggle-

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:So, blinking, hands in her lap, she looked down at his other hand, and asked:

"What's with the burning horse...? Been meaning to ask..." she asked, hoping the unrelated question would elicit a response.

"Oh this?" "Its Rapidash from Pokeman. Like, I went to the tat shop on 38th, and was like- Rapidash... and they were like, whaa? So, I said- 'it's like a horse... thats on fire'. They gave me this, so... yeah..." he says, waving his good hand about, shrugging.

He sighed, leaning against the chair, setting his injured hand on her right leg, patting it before she swiftly pushed it off. "You're good people, Nelly... really, you are. You're like a fire cracker... you're pretty and you go 'boom'." he said, before he looked away. "He... was fine one moment, then the next he had the mad munchies for my flesh, like a damn zombie from like that Romero movie, dude... it was gnarly too, he looked like he decayed within... seconds. It was trippy, I'm not sure if I'm just high or that really happened man..." he says with bewilderment and shook his head.

"Its done-" Vic says as he entered the room, cleaning his hands with a rag, glancing over to Saoirse and Cory. "How are you holding up Cory?" He asked, concerned.

"Pretty well, bossman! Serch totally healed me back to 100%, she's a total babe and like, smart, dude." he said in a braindead manner, as he tried to put his arm around the woman- only to have it lifted and thrown back at him.

Vic smirked. "Good. Well, I suppose you'll be leaving us, then?" he asked Saoirse, turning to her. Cory looked disheartened. "Waaah?"

"From the sound of things, the city isn't getting any better." Vic began, and then paced the room, walking over to the window, pulling up the curtain and nodded out. "See? Its becoming more grim out there... this campus guard came out this way to ask us to make a report on the radio, that the R.P.D. has fallen." he says, then turned to her. "It looks like the military will be coming in too, to... 'clean things up'. Its dangerous out there, and people are turning into 'zombies' like Night of the Living Dead-"

"-That! That was the movie!" Cory chimed in clapping his hands, nodding before delayed reaction made him wince and tense up his face. "Ooooow.....!" He hissed, kissing his left hand-

Vic ignored Cory and continued, looking at Saoirse. "I'm sorry to say it, but it looks like its every man for themselves out there." He explained, before setting a hand on her shoulder. "I understand if you have to go out there, in that mess, looking for what may remain of your family... but you have skills, Saoirse. Beyond what you call your 'music' which is questionable." he began, gently patting her shoulder with his fingertips. "We could use someone like you with your skills. You know how a person ticks, you've got medical knowledge and a bright aura. Its only you, me, Cory, Tommy, Mike, and Loid here. Its not much, but with some trips, we can turn this little station into a fortress. What do you say? Want to help and be a part of something bigger?" He asked with a smile.

"Oh... well, I see." She nodded as Cory explained the horse. Regretting I asked now... but eh, not as bad as him still thinking he's got a shot at me, nooo way Jose. She thought, before he... sorta complimented her? "Thanks...?" She said with a slightly fake smile, only slightly finding the euphemism funny. Still... better than what he said about Maxim, and... Hooters. Yeah. I'm totally blowing this Popsicle stand. She thought, and was standing up after Cory tried to put an arm around her, being not too forceful as she did it when Vic entered. She helped out Cory, she owed them that much, but she was leaving. And what Vic said... just didn't add up. She wasn't Helen Keller, she saw Cory shoot that cop in the head! Yeah, and he magically was able to tell you what happened outside before he 'died' right? Or his 'spirit talk' to you? Okay... and I'm the fucking Queen of England! She thought... but did not say such things, now feeling very... off about Victor.

'Part of something bigger?' Jesus shit me Christ, this is 'drink the coolaid' bullshit! My family out there is gone? What, he thinks my family would just sit still and be fucked by 'zombies'? Shit, for all I know Cory just shot the fucking cop as he tried to evacuate us! Kieran, Pat, or even Dad may have sent him here! Well, I suppose Vic and Cory think by saying this I'd wanna 'play house' with them too huh? And fuck you man! Insulting my music?! He's never even let me make a demo reel! FUCK! Like hell am I staying here! She thought, and then pushed Vic's hand aside. "Nah, gonna make a hard no on that." she said, confidently and smoothly. She walked past him, not letting him get the chance to stop her.

She kept walking down the hall, quickly making her way towards the lobby, pushing through the door and noticed the blood stain where campus cop was, now a bloody trail leading towards one of the doors leading into the self storage facility next door. She didn't want to know. "Tsk, 'My Aura' fuckin' hippy bullshit..." she said under her breath walking over to her bike, grabbing it to ride out of here.

Vic remained stoic by her rebuff, and a small smile remained as she walked past him. Cory, grabbed the gun with his left hand, and winced as he gave chase. "Nelly, wait..." he grunted, following after her, only for Vic to put a hand on him. He looked to Vic and Vic shook his head 'no', silently.

"Mario would want someone more willing..." he whispered. "She's not worth the trouble, it seems. 'You know who' will have to find someone else." He sighed, shaking his head. "Trying to force a cow into the shed is like trying to pull teeth. If she can't be part of us, she's only against us. We'll let Mario decide when he arrives." Vic explained.

Cory looked at him, confused. "You mean 'Sketcherz'? Really...? I thought he was like, brain dead...?" He says, as Vic rolled his eyes. "No, that be you. Actually smoking the shit he gives you. He act's like he's mentally deficient, but Mario DeLuca is 'you know who's' man in the field. If we want any chance to survive whatever is going on in this fucking town, its with people like Mario, and-" Vic was cut off as Cory brushed past him, and Vic turned around. "-Cory, let her go!" He said again, raised voice but still sounding calm and in control.

---

As Saoirse was walking her bike out, she would notice the tires were... flatter.

Then, Cory appeared, gun in hand:



"Nelly, wait...!" He says, pulling up his sleeve, looking around. "I'm... I'm not... like, your age, and I'm... like, not smart..." he paused, but then tried to hand off his fanny pack to her. "But you could like, use this. You got a guitar case, and like, no other storage, man. You need to make some carry space... in case you like, need to grab shit. I mean... look," he paused, and sighed. "This... this town is going crazy, like bossman says. You... you need to like, get out, okay? Not worry about us. See?" He says, raising the gun. "I got a gun. We'll be safe. I mean... my left hand is my good hand, and, it hurts when I try to pull the trigger... but Vic and I will make do. Yeah. We'll be good." He says, with a forced smile, eyes watery. "Yeah dude, we'll be... yeah."

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Saoirse O'Neil wrote:

Random NPCs wrote:Vic waited for the pair to leave his sight, before he knelt down beside the campus security guard, and checked him. He had a letter from a guy named Pembroke, another security guard from the campus, stating the city was overrun by zombies and some strange monsters and that the radio station needed to essentially tune into the frequency he had set up at the university so that the emergency services could expand their radio range, as he suspected that there was some sort of external jamming focused on them from outside Raccoon. He pondered this for a moment... before crumpling the paper in both hands.

---

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:
"There you go." she says, finishing the bandage, having disinfected the wound with the limited supplies they had- a can of first aid spray from the 80s it looked, peroxide and white gauze bandages. "Should keep you going a little longer... what happened?" She asked, sitting on one end of the couch, knees bent at an angle as she turned to him.

He was silent, still likely in shock of the situation, or... really in the depths of whatever kite he was flying before he got onto the rooftop.

He was unresponsive, thinking of how he descended the ladder and then used the 'short cut' down by using the dumpster below as a platform, then he made his way around from the back to the front. The Campus Cop was simply swaying... head slightly cocked to the side and looking away from him. He reached out, tapping his shoulder, when he turned and saw those lifeless eyes... then, the teeth... the bite... the struggle-

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:So, blinking, hands in her lap, she looked down at his other hand, and asked:

"What's with the burning horse...? Been meaning to ask..." she asked, hoping the unrelated question would elicit a response.

"Oh this?" "Its Rapidash from Pokeman. Like, I went to the tat shop on 38th, and was like- Rapidash... and they were like, whaa? So, I said- 'it's like a horse... thats on fire'. They gave me this, so... yeah..." he says, waving his good hand about, shrugging.

He sighed, leaning against the chair, setting his injured hand on her right leg, patting it before she swiftly pushed it off. "You're good people, Nelly... really, you are. You're like a fire cracker... you're pretty and you go 'boom'." he said, before he looked away. "He... was fine one moment, then the next he had the mad munchies for my flesh, like a damn zombie from like that Romero movie, dude... it was gnarly too, he looked like he decayed within... seconds. It was trippy, I'm not sure if I'm just high or that really happened man..." he says with bewilderment and shook his head.

"Its done-" Vic says as he entered the room, cleaning his hands with a rag, glancing over to Saoirse and Cory. "How are you holding up Cory?" He asked, concerned.

"Pretty well, bossman! Serch totally healed me back to 100%, she's a total babe and like, smart, dude." he said in a braindead manner, as he tried to put his arm around the woman- only to have it lifted and thrown back at him.

Vic smirked. "Good. Well, I suppose you'll be leaving us, then?" he asked Saoirse, turning to her. Cory looked disheartened. "Waaah?"

"From the sound of things, the city isn't getting any better." Vic began, and then paced the room, walking over to the window, pulling up the curtain and nodded out. "See? Its becoming more grim out there... this campus guard came out this way to ask us to make a report on the radio, that the R.P.D. has fallen." he says, then turned to her. "It looks like the military will be coming in too, to... 'clean things up'. Its dangerous out there, and people are turning into 'zombies' like Night of the Living Dead-"

"-That! That was the movie!" Cory chimed in clapping his hands, nodding before delayed reaction made him wince and tense up his face. "Ooooow.....!" He hissed, kissing his left hand-

Vic ignored Cory and continued, looking at Saoirse. "I'm sorry to say it, but it looks like its every man for themselves out there." He explained, before setting a hand on her shoulder. "I understand if you have to go out there, in that mess, looking for what may remain of your family... but you have skills, Saoirse. Beyond what you call your 'music' which is questionable." he began, gently patting her shoulder with his fingertips. "We could use someone like you with your skills. You know how a person ticks, you've got medical knowledge and a bright aura. Its only you, me, Cory, Tommy, Mike, and Loid here. Its not much, but with some trips, we can turn this little station into a fortress. What do you say? Want to help and be a part of something bigger?" He asked with a smile.

"Oh... well, I see." She nodded as Cory explained the horse. Regretting I asked now... but eh, not as bad as him still thinking he's got a shot at me, nooo way Jose. She thought, before he... sorta complimented her? "Thanks...?" She said with a slightly fake smile, only slightly finding the euphemism funny. Still... better than what he said about Maxim, and... Hooters. Yeah. I'm totally blowing this Popsicle stand. She thought, and was standing up after Cory tried to put an arm around her, being not too forceful as she did it when Vic entered. She helped out Cory, she owed them that much, but she was leaving. And what Vic said... just didn't add up. She wasn't Helen Keller, she saw Cory shoot that cop in the head! Yeah, and he magically was able to tell you what happened outside before he 'died' right? Or his 'spirit talk' to you? Okay... and I'm the fucking Queen of England! She thought... but did not say such things, now feeling very... off about Victor.

'Part of something bigger?' Jesus shit me Christ, this is 'drink the coolaid' bullshit! My family out there is gone? What, he thinks my family would just sit still and be fucked by 'zombies'? Shit, for all I know Cory just shot the fucking cop as he tried to evacuate us! Kieran, Pat, or even Dad may have sent him here! Well, I suppose Vic and Cory think by saying this I'd wanna 'play house' with them too huh? And fuck you man! Insulting my music?! He's never even let me make a demo reel! FUCK! Like hell am I staying here! She thought, and then pushed Vic's hand aside. "Nah, gonna make a hard no on that." she said, confidently and smoothly. She walked past him, not letting him get the chance to stop her.

She kept walking down the hall, quickly making her way towards the lobby, pushing through the door and noticed the blood stain where campus cop was, now a bloody trail leading towards one of the doors leading into the self storage facility next door. She didn't want to know. "Tsk, 'My Aura' fuckin' hippy bullshit..." she said under her breath walking over to her bike, grabbing it to ride out of here.

Vic remained stoic by her rebuff, and a small smile remained as she walked past him. Cory, grabbed the gun with his left hand, and winced as he gave chase. "Nelly, wait..." he grunted, following after her, only for Vic to put a hand on him. He looked to Vic and Vic shook his head 'no', silently.

"Mario would want someone more willing..." he whispered. "She's not worth the trouble, it seems. 'You know who' will have to find someone else." He sighed, shaking his head. "Trying to force a cow into the shed is like trying to pull teeth. If she can't be part of us, she's only against us. We'll let Mario decide when he arrives." Vic explained.

Cory looked at him, confused. "You mean 'Sketcherz'? Really...? I thought he was like, brain dead...?" He says, as Vic rolled his eyes. "No, that be you. Actually smoking the shit he gives you. He act's like he's mentally deficient, but Mario DeLuca is 'you know who's' man in the field. If we want any chance to survive whatever is going on in this fucking town, its with people like Mario, and-" Vic was cut off as Cory brushed past him, and Vic turned around. "-Cory, let her go!" He said again, raised voice but still sounding calm and in control.

---

As Saoirse was walking her bike out, she would notice the tires were... flatter.

Then, Cory appeared, gun in hand:



"Nelly, wait...!" He says, pulling up his sleeve, looking around. "I'm... I'm not... like, your age, and I'm... like, not smart..." he paused, but then tried to hand off his fanny pack to her. "But you could like, use this. You got a guitar case, and like, no other storage, man. You need to make some carry space... in case you like, need to grab shit. I mean... look," he paused, and sighed. "This... this town is going crazy, like bossman says. You... you need to like, get out, okay? Not worry about us. See?" He says, raising the gun. "I got a gun. We'll be safe. I mean... my left hand is my good hand, and, it hurts when I try to pull the trigger... but Vic and I will make do. Yeah. We'll be good." He says, with a forced smile, eyes watery. "Yeah dude, we'll be... yeah."

"What the shit?! The fucker deflated my tires...?" Saoirse really... needed to leave.

When she heard Cory, she turned around, and saw him with the gun! Yup, my life is over. What the fuck man, there are people biting each other and I'm gonna bite it by a bullet? So fucking lame...! She gulped, but when he took off his fanny pack... she sighed with relief. Thank god he's a puppy dog.... ugh. She thought, before leaning her head back and sighed deeply with relief! "Haa... Cory, dude, you like, gotta chill out, okay?" she says, when he showed off the gun, feeling a little scared again, admittedly! "I don't need your pack man, its, like really sweet of ya, but I'll be fine... and yeah... I get you man." she says nodding, pounding her chest twice. "It was in the heart, and I respect that dude. Now... just... try not to shoot your foot off with that thing, okay?" She asked, and then... feeling somewhat concerned, added: "And Cor," she began. "...if Vic... if Vic tells you to do anything, you don't like..." she began, not sure how to phrase it well to Captain Space Cadet...

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:

Random NPCs wrote:

As Saoirse was walking her bike out, she would notice the tires were... flatter.

Then, Cory appeared, gun in hand:



"Nelly, wait...!" He says, pulling up his sleeve, looking around. "I'm... I'm not... like, your age, and I'm... like, not smart..." he paused, but then tried to hand off his fanny pack to her. "But you could like, use this. You got a guitar case, and like, no other storage, man. You need to make some carry space... in case you like, need to grab shit. I mean... look," he paused, and sighed. "This... this town is going crazy, like bossman says. You... you need to like, get out, okay? Not worry about us. See?" He says, raising the gun. "I got a gun. We'll be safe. I mean... my left hand is my good hand, and, it hurts when I try to pull the trigger... but Vic and I will make do. Yeah. We'll be good." He says, with a forced smile, eyes watery. "Yeah dude, we'll be... yeah."

"What the shit?! The fucker deflated my tires...?" Saoirse really... needed to leave.

When she heard Cory, she turned around, and saw him with the gun! Yup, my life is over. What the fuck man, there are people biting each other and I'm gonna bite it by a bullet? So fucking lame...! She gulped, but when he took off his fanny pack... she sighed with relief. Thank god he's a puppy dog.... ugh. She thought, before leaning her head back and sighed deeply with relief! "Haa... Cory, dude, you like, gotta chill out, okay?" she says, when he showed off the gun, feeling a little scared again, admittedly! "I don't need your pack man, its, like really sweet of ya, but I'll be fine... and yeah... I get you man." she says nodding, pounding her chest twice. "It was in the heart, and I respect that dude. Now... just... try not to shoot your foot off with that thing, okay?" She asked, and then... feeling somewhat concerned, added: "And Cor," she began. "...if Vic... if Vic tells you to do anything, you don't like..." she began, not sure how to phrase it well to Captain Space Cadet...

"Well, Vic's the boss, Nell. Gotta do what he tells me, or Mario, Sketcherz... I mean..." he shook his head. "F-forget I said that dude. Get-get-on going. I'd give ya the gun too man, but... we kinda need it till Mario gets here..." he says, shaking his head. He began to back up, and watch her off from the safety of the interior of the station.

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Saoirse O'Neil wrote:

Random NPCs wrote:

As Saoirse was walking her bike out, she would notice the tires were... flatter.

Then, Cory appeared, gun in hand:



"Nelly, wait...!" He says, pulling up his sleeve, looking around. "I'm... I'm not... like, your age, and I'm... like, not smart..." he paused, but then tried to hand off his fanny pack to her. "But you could like, use this. You got a guitar case, and like, no other storage, man. You need to make some carry space... in case you like, need to grab shit. I mean... look," he paused, and sighed. "This... this town is going crazy, like bossman says. You... you need to like, get out, okay? Not worry about us. See?" He says, raising the gun. "I got a gun. We'll be safe. I mean... my left hand is my good hand, and, it hurts when I try to pull the trigger... but Vic and I will make do. Yeah. We'll be good." He says, with a forced smile, eyes watery. "Yeah dude, we'll be... yeah."

"What the shit?! The fucker deflated my tires...?" Saoirse really... needed to leave.

When she heard Cory, she turned around, and saw him with the gun! Yup, my life is over. What the fuck man, there are people biting each other and I'm gonna bite it by a bullet? So fucking lame...! She gulped, but when he took off his fanny pack... she sighed with relief. Thank god he's a puppy dog.... ugh. She thought, before leaning her head back and sighed deeply with relief! "Haa... Cory, dude, you like, gotta chill out, okay?" she says, when he showed off the gun, feeling a little scared again, admittedly! "I don't need your pack man, its, like really sweet of ya, but I'll be fine... and yeah... I get you man." she says nodding, pounding her chest twice. "It was in the heart, and I respect that dude. Now... just... try not to shoot your foot off with that thing, okay?" She asked, and then... feeling somewhat concerned, added: "And Cor," she began. "...if Vic... if Vic tells you to do anything, you don't like..." she began, not sure how to phrase it well to Captain Space Cadet...

"Well, Vic's the boss, Nell. Gotta do what he tells me, or Mario, Sketcherz... I mean..." he shook his head. "F-forget I said that dude. Get-get-on going. I'd give ya the gun too man, but... we kinda need it till Mario gets here..." he says, shaking his head. He began to back up, and watch her off from the safety of the interior of the station.

Mario...? Sketchers, like the sneaker...? Wh-why am I putting any serious thought into this! He's obviously coked out of his mind, forget it man! She told herself, shaking her head with a depressing sigh. "I'm good with the fanny pack, and even if he's your boss? Or your best friend? Just... do what you think is right." She says, but he was already gone, watching her from the windows of the former car dealership, if the entrance still was any weird indication of such:



She walked the bike towards Warren Street, planning to take a right, and from there- it be a straight shot to the Police Station, she wouldn't have to worry about her bike's tires for long as she hopped on, and struggled with the bike, forcing herself to exert herself enough to get as far away from the Radio Station as possible...

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