Main Hall, Balcony and Male and Female Rest Rooms

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Saoirse O'Neil wrote:Saoirse ducked behind a police car, the bullet tearing through the glass, showering her with fragments. "Fucker is still taking pot shots at me!" She glanced over to the waterway, watching the fins submerge as Guppy Blue dipped beneath the waves of the Circular River. "Thanks Guppy Blue, I owe ya..." the red head says under her breath as the shooter continued to fire upon her position. There was a long pause, and she stuck out her guitar swiftly. No reaction, reloading? She didn't count how many times he shot, but she knew his gun wasn't some rinky dink bolt action. Still, she didn't sit around thinking about it, she ran!

Saoirse continued down the street, her bon-bons swaying side to side, guitar slung over her shoulder again, her body low and her left hand up as she ran down the street, the sniper shooting at her again! She heard glass smash behind her, another shell whizzing past her head, another hitting the mail box that would have gotten her knee! "SHIT SHIT SHIT!" She screamed, running for the administration building as she crossed the grassy front yard, noting a couple zombies wandering about, watching one of them in her direct path dropping as the sniper 'helped' or rather showed off!

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHI-!!! She screamed in her head as she past the field, the parking lot, straight for Administration! She got within range of its ornate, wooden double doors before tackling them with her right shoulder!




She heard the shot, her eyes wide as she then felt it. The rubber slug slapped against her right ass cheek, just narrowly missing her left, hitting the Beretta tucked behind her waistband. "Waaaah!" She exhaled, the bullet not as painful as she thought it was as it bounced off the Beretta's shape, but in turn caused the weapon to smack into her tailbone. Not only that, the force of the round pushed her through the doors, making her land onto her chest!

"Ngaaah!" Saoirse cried, the force of the bullet hitting her ass pushed into the large room; hitting the carpet of the main hall and cringing as she landed on her massive boobs. She forced herself up, despite the pain... everywhere, standing up and pushing the double doors to the front of the campus closed before the sniper or zombies could do anything else to her! "Uggh..." the woman groaned as the doors shut, her back against it... wincing as her ass rubbed against the carved wooden surface. "Ouch...!" the red head hissed, pulling the pistol from her rear waistband, checking it:


(Weapon Profile: Kendo Custom SWAT Prototype Zero)

The handgun seemed fine, no physical damage... She slid it into her waist bag, before patting her rather sore, ample ass. "Ow... fucker...! What the hell did he shoot me with?!" She spat, rubbing the sore cheek, unable to find a hole in the jeans.

She winced... looking at her hand injury, now that she had the time to check...



"Shit... that is gnarly as fuck!" She grimaced, hand shaking as she stared at the jagged pieces of copper jutting out from the flat of her left hand. She was at the campus though. She knew there would be medical kits, stations, hell even suture kits here given its main focus was in Medical Arts and Pharmaceuticals, being funded by Umbrella Inc., after all. She grabbed her guitar, just noticing the head stock was completely removed...



"Ughh...man... I liked this guitar..." Sersh sighed, keeping her tired left hand up above her head as she finally looked about the room, knowing it well but checking for any more freaks or zombies that could be waiting for her:




(Resident Evil Outbreak OST Of Wisdoms, Truths, And Tyrants Extended)

Saoirse didn't see anything out of place in the ornate, manor like structure that smelled like an art museum. "Hello?" She called out, her voice echoing back at her. No response... no one was even tending to the front desk. The electricity was still on however, illuminating the wooden paneled walls, the oddly ornate balconies above her devoid of anyone. "This is trippy as fuck man..." she says to herself, softly, as she walked across the ornate Persian rug which muffled her boots foot falls. She'd always thought the admin office was too ornate and that too many trees died to make up its carved wooden halls and surfaces. She found it spooky as hell since this place was usually so lively... but now, like at Sam's, the place felt awkward. Like she wasn't supposed to be in here...

She hissed, her hand and leg hurting pretty bad. She needed to take stock of her weapons, items, and lick her wounds so to speak before she looked around for any sign of help. She was sure one of the professors, if they were still even around, would be more than helpful in removing the shrapnel from her hand and help her suture the wound. She knew there was a bathroom somewhere behind the stairway leading up to the second floor...



As she was passing the front desk, she saw a useful item setting on the counter:



"Sweet!" Saoirse cheered, setting the guitar on the counter and took the can of first aid spray with her good, right hand. She then continued over to the door on the far left side wall, marked 'Restrooms' in that Gothic, Copperplate fancy font dealios; the kind which reminded her of a lawyers office for some reason. She entered the one marked for 'Women' for she was still civilized.

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"Dammit, why do the Professors get a nicer looking bathroom?!"



Saoirse shook her head as she entered the clean, ornate restroom. She made her way over to the mirrors, setting the First Aid Spray on the counter, before removing her waist pack, her coat- carefully given her left hand, and then began to take stock of things. She turned the faucet on, letting the hot water run while she took inventory.

She had, overall her Tactical Police Knife, the Beretta, four extra magazines for said handgun (with a fifth in the weapon), the A-Bolt Shotgun, 4 mags for that gun overall, the flare gun, 69x shot shells, 10x Enhanced Shot Shells, 100x .223 Rem, 104x 9x19mm, 4x Flare Gun Cartridges, her Zippo, mobile phone, wallet, keys for work and the apartment, a couple of extra hairties, Guitar Strings, 2x bag of Doritos, 1x bag of jerky, 2x bottles of water, the canteen, the Maglite, and of course her two bags.



Saoirse slipped two of the mags for the handgun into one of the two outer pockets, which looked like they could hold about four of the magazines stacked up side-by-side in each. She put the other two in each of her bra's cups, for quick access. She took the magazine out of her Beretta, loading two rounds into the 15 shot magazine since the other bullet was already loaded, giving her handgun that tactical +1 edge- thanks Dad for grounding that into her. She rolled her eyes, slamming the topped off clip back into the weapon's well, wincing as she used her left palm to drive it in. Sersh sets it on the counter, and finally takes stock of her own physical well being...



She 'posed' again, but this time she was less enthused, given the state of things. Who could blame her? She could see a black, sooty mark on her ass. She ran her hand over it, wincing as she did. It was where the bastard sniper shot her. What the hell was his deal? And given he didn't break my gun, that last shot had to be like, a rubber slug? Never knew they made those for rifles... She thought, before unbuttoning her short-shorts, tugging them gently down her legs, wincing as she brought it down over her ass, letting them pool around her ankles.

"Son-"



"-of a bitch!" Screamed the woman in anger, seeing the reddened outline of the handgun she had stuffed behind her pants! "Mother fucker! If I run into that bastard again, I swear to God man, I'll fucking put my boot so far up his ass he'll forget how to walk again!" Vowed the woman in 'Irish Rage'. She shook her head, sighing sorrowfully. That's gonna bruise nicely... Wincing as she touched her giggly wide ass...

Saoirse painfully, pulled her pants back up again, buttoning them once more as the water in the basin was beginning to steam up the mirror. She, awkwardly sat up on the counter, sliding her left leg across the basin and winced as she set her injury under the faucet:



Blood rolled down her leg, into the basin, as she hissed, and teared up from the pain of the water's temperature as she used the nearby soap dispenser to clean the wound awkwardly with her right hand. "Shittt...tttt!" Saoirse hissed, rubbing the scraped knee clean, thinking of how her mom used to do this for her growing up. She eventually went through enough torture, and removed her leg... but it wasn't the end of it, not yet. This is gonna sting... Gulping, she took the F.A. Spray, and sprayed it onto her knee!

"HNNNNNG!!" moaned the red head, shooting her head back, shaking as the wound fizzed with white foam. She sat there, watching it... removing tears from her eyes with her wrists. The injury didn't foam yellow... which was good. If I find a bandaid I'll put it on, but... She glanced to her left hand in front of her face. She wasn't sure what to do about it yet. She didn't think she had the fortitude to remove the shards herself... and it was best to keep them in there for now, till she was ready to have the hand patched up, as removing them would only open the wounds. Still... gotta do something, temporary at least, so it doesn't fester... She frowned, pulling the hand close to the faucet, glove still on.

She closed her eyes... and rolled it under the sink-

"-GAAH!!!!!!!!" She pulled back quickly! The super sensitive wound was blindingly painful! The world literally de-saturated in her vision as she looked at the blood running down into the sink, across the marble floor, off her hand! "Owowow...fuck me dude!!" Saoirse half sobbed.

She gave herself a moment to let the color return, having backed up into an open stall and sitting upon the toilet. "Hah...hah.... hah...." she panted, hand trembling. She knew she had to... as she glanced up at the can...



Holy Mother... of God... this is gonna... I don't even want to think of it. Don't wimp out now, Sersh. She gulped at these thoughts, and hesitantly got up and walked over to the sink. She grabbed the can, then grabbed her guitar bag. She brought it over to the toilet again, sobbing already as she bundled the strap into her mouth, tears rolling down her freckled cheeks. Sitting down, she breathes in and out... raising the spray to her hand...



Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Was Saoirse's wide eyed, teary, muffled scream as she applied the spray to her injured hand! Even though she didn't hit it with 100% efficiency, the super sensitive wound was able to feel the mist of chemicals. She couldn't think, blinding hot pain made her world go white in her eyes as she shot her head back and screamed with the guitar strap in her mouth! She bit down hard... her teeth making impressions in the layers of the bunched up strap as her legs shook on the marble floor! Her eyes rolled back as her vision darkened, the can of spray hitting the floor with a clank! and rolled across the marble tile and her arms hung limp...

The guitar bag and strap fell into her lap, her head hung back; drool rolling down her chin. Saoirse passed out from the intense pain, her body leaning back into the toilet seat as her body shut itself down from the overload of pain....

"Saoirse... Saoirse...! You need to come home..." Saoirse could hear the voice of her father speaking to her, his voice echoing as if very distant to her. She had flashes of memories of her family having outings and found it rather hard to recall the face of her mother... granted, she had died when she was six so, there wasn't much to really go on about from there save some old, precious memories. Then she was alone, in a void of inky black, screaming, but could not hear her voice no matter how hard she cried. She was kneeling down in the darkness, inky tendrils crawling up her arms around her body, the fear of the darkness consuming her made her panic, shriek out-!

The Harvester wrote:"RHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Saoirse's emerald gaze shot open as she snapped her head forwards and she gasped and panted! "Hah..hah... hah... what the fuck was that?" She gasped, unsure if that unearthly shriek was real or a part of the dream bleeding into the real world. "Hahh... hah..." she gasped, wiping her sweaty brow, wincing... her left hand was still fucked up. She was sitting in the bathroom stall... remembering trekking here from Sam's Sporting Goods. She looks down beside the toilet, seeing the small drips of blood that had rolled from her hand. It had stopped bleeding finally, much to her relief.

She forced herself back up, to collect her things, to pack away the first aid spray can- which still had a few more uses far as she could tell. She reattached her waist bag, setting the can of spray in the drink holder portion. She had handgun bullets for days, but... she wasn't willing to use them yet. "Okay... phew... how long have I been out?" She pondered, and checked the small digital clock on the Nokia Cell. She didn't realize she'd been away from the office for a little over an hour now!

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September 24th, 1998
9:06 P.M.
Main Hall...

With her cropped jacket back on, her handgun tucked behind her waistband again, she hobbled over to the front desk to claim her broken Electric Guitar once more. It still served as a decent melee weapon, and she was going to try using it since it was still in one piece and had a pretty solid base. She winced as she wiggled her left hand, testing to see what hurt, what didn't. As far as she could tell, she wasn't going to be strumming any time soon, but she'd still be able to use her hand... at least as soon as she got those metal bits removed.
She wasn't doing that yet, not till she looked about for a suture kit; she knew the campus had them! slinging the guitar against her right shoulder as she looked about the large, empty hall. She may have been out for thirty or so minutes, maybe less... but still, there was no change to the interior or exterior. She wasn't going to test stepping out to see if her friendly neighborhood Charles Whitman was outside to greet her with another bullet courtesy of his long ranged scoped rifle!

"Fuck that guy, really..." she huffed, as she cautiously checked the windows. Outside, zombies still littered the lawns and gardens, and they shambled and moaned as they wandered listlessly. She saw several cars flying by the neighborhood, but... no sniper shots, no blow outs. Seems he was keen on her, given he shot at her ass. "Pervs man, sheesh." the girl sighed. Through the windows, Saoirse could also make out a pier that connected to the Circular River to the far right of the window. She thought she could make out Guppy Blue's fins in the water, so made her way over to her far right, and checked the door. It appeared to be locked...
"Shit..." she grumbled, and looked at the door. She could probably pick it if she had a bobby pin or a safety pin... The front desk may have one... but I'll check the Student Affairs office first. She thought, before turning around, heading to the door on the opposite side of the room.

She checked the knob... and surprisingly it was unlocked. Maybe one of the Prof's are still here? She thought to herself, before entering the room...
(to Student Affairs Office)

(OOC: From Here)



Skybolt made her way through the double doors of the main entry, finally feeling something akin to warm in this new form. She looked about the main hall, up the stairs, and around at the various doors as the main entry doors closed behind her. This place looked strange, and entrancing to her. 'This is how humans live? So bright and colorful. Kinda like coral reefs!' she thought. then took a deep breath in through her nose. her friend had definitely been here, and recently. She could smell the droplets of blood leading to one of the small doors beside the staircase. But a more recent, scent of hers, along with some sort of rubbing alcohol and medical solution came from the door to her right, one that lead to... what was it on that map again? The Student Affairs Office? What that meant, Skybolt didn't know. But she slowly walked towards that door, looking for her friend.

(OOC: To Here)

(From here)

Back into the main hall, she turned the corner quickly, and looked about. She didn't see anything out of place, so the woman must have either just arrived or had been hiding or passed out somewhere during the time she entered herself. Shit, I hope it wasn't some... fucked up sex thing put on by a teacher. She barely looks legal, in... various ways. Sersh thought as she reflected upon the journal she found in the Student Affairs Office. She didn't know why she was checking it out, but from the sound of things? The supposed third floor had a Laboratory, which meant medical supplies. I'll check to see if this thing about a blood sample's true, then if that is the case, I'll have to assume Mr. Jenkins wasn't a tinfoil hat after all. She thought, and glanced back to the blue haired woman in the Affairs Office for a moment. She did pity the woman, but again... she didn't have time to deal with that kind of drama at the moment. She only hoped the sniper outside had moved from his post and wasn't daring enough to try to snipe through the windows.

She began ascending the steps to the second floor, making her way towards the gallery.

(to here)

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:(From here)

Back into the main hall, she turned the corner quickly, and looked about. She didn't see anything out of place, so the woman must have either just arrived or had been hiding or passed out somewhere during the time she entered herself. Shit, I hope it wasn't some... fucked up sex thing put on by a teacher. She barely looks legal, in... various ways. Sersh thought as she reflected upon the journal she found in the Student Affairs Office. She didn't know why she was checking it out, but from the sound of things? The supposed third floor had a Laboratory, which meant medical supplies. I'll check to see if this thing about a blood sample's true, then if that is the case, I'll have to assume Mr. Jenkins wasn't a tinfoil hat after all. She thought, and glanced back to the blue haired woman in the Affairs Office for a moment. She did pity the woman, but again... she didn't have time to deal with that kind of drama at the moment. She only hoped the sniper outside had moved from his post and wasn't daring enough to try to snipe through the windows.

She began ascending the steps to the second floor, making her way towards the gallery.

(to here)

(OOC: From Here)

Skybolt followed Saorise out of the Student Affairs Office and into the main hall. She simply looked at Saorise, and smiled as she said "Clothes on..." although she was wearing the coat the wrong way around, at least now she was covered. However, before she followed Saorise up the steps. she heard the sound of a vehicles engine, the sound of tires coming to a halt, and breaks being applied. She frowned as she then heard several sets of boots hit the ground. She turned toward the front door. "Hear something.... people.... and trucks...." she said to Saorise.

(from here)

The doors burst open as five individuals entered the room with AKM's.



They didn't look all too professional, given their combat posture and form, but likely were just trained civilians- gangsters of a sort. They were all unique, even a punk rocker was among them:


(ooc: For Cleo )


"Where the hell is this cat supposed to be at, man?" One asked, while another who had a flashlight taped to the side of their gun looked down at the carpet, noting the blood stains. "Blood stains lead over to the restroom... and also towards that door... and from the look of things, upstairs." Replied one of the women.

A burly man, who looked like Hulk Hogan with a mohawk sighed. He wore a biker's cut around his blood stained wifebeater. RC-Dev-Il was on the back which had a double meaning- Raccoon City Devil, and Raccoon City Development Group of Illinois- it was a very... in house sort of Motor Cycle Club, one that didn't last too long after Harris Junior swept in for his father. The man's name was Mitchel 'Hazz' Hazzard, and he was the former club President. of the ten sent here, he had the most 'experience' when it came to this sort of thing. He also had a very, highly custom, chromed M1911A1 in a shoulder holster for a right hand drawl:



Noteworthy, THEY WERE NOT ALL BIKERS, and of the ten volunteers sent to pick up this 'Red Cell' bitch? Hazz was perhaps the only one who could ride one. It was Hazz too, who considered himself 'the leader' on this small operation, and given the red haired woman's suggestion of the blood trail decided it was best to split the group apart. "We've all got AKs," he said in a gruff, intimidating tone, rubbing his dark bar handle moustache. "You take the room over there," he pointed to the Affairs Office. "You take the bathrooms," he continued. "I'll check the room upstairs with these two." He explained. "Remember, the girl is to be brought in alive, so lets play nice. However, if she's uncooperative we can rough her up a little." He chuckled, not believing it would come to that, but if so, it would be done. "Alright, fan out and all that. Don't come running if there's gun fire, its probably to be expected with all them dead fucks walkin' about...!" he said as he began to climb the steps.

(OOC: From Here)

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:Saoirse, while Skye was reliving horrid flashbacks, was staring at the blood vial in the travel sized epinephrine cooler. She raised a brow, and noted the date. How weird, its dated a day after my mother passed away... She thought, sighing as she closed the small handheld chest and was about to put it back into the recess when she turned to Skye. She raised a brow at the tall woman, who seemed to be suffering some sort of fit. "Yo... hey, Sky? You in there...?" She began, waving a hand in front of the woman's absurdly bright blue eyes. "Hello...? Shit man, don't be having a freakin' fit now!" she commented, before the woman's face contorted to pure rage!

Saoirse had backed the hell away from Skye as she began to kick the portrait of the old dude several times! Her body... was like glowing dude! That... is both the raddest, and most FUCKING TERRIFYING THING I've seen since the shark man!! She mentally screamed, her large green eyes shimmering with fear as she grabbed her guitar tightly, and hid behind the Baby Grand Piano for cover! Like, fuck, am I the one whose high right now??! she gulped. She watched as the solid copper frame was busted and bent, the oil painting no longer recognizable, the bent plate that actually read 'Prof. James Issac Ferral' (1969) clinking off the wooden planks of the floor and rattled before settling. She didn't realize she put the portable freezer in her thigh bag, just reflex as she stood up, and started shakily side stepping the woman... if that was what she was! Oh god... she really could be an ET here to eat my face! Shit SHIT SHIT! Why did I think of that on the bridge?! Is everything I think about coming to life?! I WANT FIVE BILLION DOLLARS AND A HOT DUDE WITH BLUE EYES, AND A FUCKING LAMBORGHINI AND A MANSION WITH NO LESS THAN EIGHT FUCKING BUTLERS AND MAYBE EIGHT OR TWELVE MAIDS! she thought frantically before the woman turned to her!

"EEEYAH!!" Saoirse screamed, hiding behind the tall marble statue of some god or goddess from rome or greek- she never paid attention in history!! "Wh-what the hell are you Skye?!" She screamed, wide green eyes gleaming at her as she noticed there was an opening between them for the door. The passage... if what Jenkins says was true...! She thought, glancing back to the blue haired woman who looked both angry and sad, tears rolling down glowing cheeks, her face pulsing with anger and rage as she told her to... hide?!

No fucking kidding! She thought, running to the door when she froze for a moment... and realized her eyes... her pupils grew larger. Like, not 'high' large, but... like... grown... black and bleak... lifeless eyes, black eyes... like a doll's eye.

She didn't want to consider that possibility. If what was running through her head was true, then...

'...When he comes at ya, he doesn't seem be living, until he bites ya and the black eyes roll over white.' The line said by Quint in Jaws surfaced in her head as she squints her eyes, shaking her head and pushed the door to the 2nd floor hallway open as she ran.  

...then anything could be real. Nothing is sacred, and what ever is going on in Raccoon City... is real. This isn't some fantasy, not an acid trip, not some fucked up dream. We are in serious shit, and things that go bump in the night wont go away with a kiss to the forehead and the light on... the things with teeth, and claws, and big red eyes exist in this world, and... it'll be only a matter of time... till they get ya! Saoirse's face went pale white, her Asian lidded eyes wide, her emerald green irises contracting. She paused there, before the door... and glanced over to Skye. Saoirse blinked, sadly at the creature or human, whatever she really was. She felt pity, and at the same time a fear that was similar one feels about the dark, the unknown. She then, slowly, opened the door back into the hall and exited.

Skye had exited into the main hall ahead of Saorise. She had to make sure to block them from hurting her friend. Especially now that she had certain memories returned to her. 'She not Hina, but she smell and look like her. Hina's pup I think. Not let pup die here. Not let friend down again.' Skye thought, determined to honor the memory of a dead friend and mentor. She cast a cold, desolating gaze down from the balcony overlooking the maiin hall, where the punk biker gang looking armed thugs were. She watched as they began to split up into formations to search out where they had been. And Skye's face darkened as her electrical energy began to emerge again, the markings on her body, her hair, and her eyes slowly began to illuminate, and the sound of low buzzing could begin to be heard. However, when she heard the gunfire and loud roars of the Harvester in the back parking lot, that's when her face turned from grim, to fierce, her lips pulled back into a wicked snarl, exposing her sharp serrated triangular teeth. There was no time left for warnings. They were being hunted by more than men with guns now...

Random NPCs wrote:The doors burst open as five individuals entered the room with AKM's.



They didn't look all too professional, given their combat posture and form, but likely were just trained civilians- gangsters of a sort. They were all unique, even a punk rocker was among them:


(ooc: For Cleo )


"Where the hell is this cat supposed to be at, man?" One asked, while another who had a flashlight taped to the side of their gun looked down at the carpet, noting the blood stains. "Blood stains lead over to the restroom... and also towards that door... and from the look of things, upstairs." Replied one of the women.

A burly man, who looked like Hulk Hogan with a mohawk sighed. He wore a biker's cut around his blood stained wifebeater. RC-Dev-Il was on the back which had a double meaning- Raccoon City Devil, and Raccoon City Development Group of Illinois- it was a very... in house sort of Motor Cycle Club, one that didn't last too long after Harris Junior swept in for his father. The man's name was Mitchel 'Hazz' Hazzard, and he was the former club President. of the ten sent here, he had the most 'experience' when it came to this sort of thing. He also had a very, highly custom, chromed M1911A1 in a shoulder holster for a right hand drawl:



Noteworthy, THEY WERE NOT ALL BIKERS, and of the ten volunteers sent to pick up this 'Red Cell' bitch? Hazz was perhaps the only one who could ride one. It was Hazz too, who considered himself 'the leader' on this small operation, and given the red haired woman's suggestion of the blood trail decided it was best to split the group apart. "We've all got AKs," he said in a gruff, intimidating tone, rubbing his dark bar handle moustache. "You take the room over there," he pointed to the Affairs Office. "You take the bathrooms," he continued. "I'll check the room upstairs with these two." He explained. "Remember, the girl is to be brought in alive, so lets play nice. However, if she's uncooperative we can rough her up a little." He chuckled, not believing it would come to that, but if so, it would be done. "Alright, fan out and all that. Don't come running if there's gun fire, its probably to be expected with all them dead fucks walkin' about...!" he said as he began to climb the steps.

Skye looked back at Saorise, an expression of both sadness, and sternness. "You go, get to safety, lock door behind you. I stop them as long as I can. We see each other again someday." Skye whispered to her. Before she turned back towards the two thugs now ascending the stairs, her eyes glowing as she stared them down. She needed to do this quickly and quietly to avoid drawing the Harvester any faster than it was already approaching.

Darkstorm Zero wrote:(OOC: From Here)

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:Saoirse, while Skye was reliving horrid flashbacks, was staring at the blood vial in the travel sized epinephrine cooler. She raised a brow, and noted the date. How weird, its dated a day after my mother passed away... She thought, sighing as she closed the small handheld chest and was about to put it back into the recess when she turned to Skye. She raised a brow at the tall woman, who seemed to be suffering some sort of fit. "Yo... hey, Sky? You in there...?" She began, waving a hand in front of the woman's absurdly bright blue eyes. "Hello...? Shit man, don't be having a freakin' fit now!" she commented, before the woman's face contorted to pure rage!

Saoirse had backed the hell away from Skye as she began to kick the portrait of the old dude several times! Her body... was like glowing dude! That... is both the raddest, and most FUCKING TERRIFYING THING I've seen since the shark man!! She mentally screamed, her large green eyes shimmering with fear as she grabbed her guitar tightly, and hid behind the Baby Grand Piano for cover! Like, fuck, am I the one whose high right now??! she gulped. She watched as the solid copper frame was busted and bent, the oil painting no longer recognizable, the bent plate that actually read 'Prof. James Issac Ferral' (1969) clinking off the wooden planks of the floor and rattled before settling. She didn't realize she put the portable freezer in her thigh bag, just reflex as she stood up, and started shakily side stepping the woman... if that was what she was! Oh god... she really could be an ET here to eat my face! Shit SHIT SHIT! Why did I think of that on the bridge?! Is everything I think about coming to life?! I WANT FIVE BILLION DOLLARS AND A HOT DUDE WITH BLUE EYES, AND A FUCKING LAMBORGHINI AND A MANSION WITH NO LESS THAN EIGHT FUCKING BUTLERS AND MAYBE EIGHT OR TWELVE MAIDS! she thought frantically before the woman turned to her!

"EEEYAH!!" Saoirse screamed, hiding behind the tall marble statue of some god or goddess from rome or greek- she never paid attention in history!! "Wh-what the hell are you Skye?!" She screamed, wide green eyes gleaming at her as she noticed there was an opening between them for the door. The passage... if what Jenkins says was true...! She thought, glancing back to the blue haired woman who looked both angry and sad, tears rolling down glowing cheeks, her face pulsing with anger and rage as she told her to... hide?!

No fucking kidding! She thought, running to the door when she froze for a moment... and realized her eyes... her pupils grew larger. Like, not 'high' large, but... like... grown... black and bleak... lifeless eyes, black eyes... like a doll's eye.

She didn't want to consider that possibility. If what was running through her head was true, then...

'...When he comes at ya, he doesn't seem be living, until he bites ya and the black eyes roll over white.' The line said by Quint in Jaws surfaced in her head as she squints her eyes, shaking her head and pushed the door to the 2nd floor hallway open as she ran.  

...then anything could be real. Nothing is sacred, and what ever is going on in Raccoon City... is real. This isn't some fantasy, not an acid trip, not some fucked up dream. We are in serious shit, and things that go bump in the night wont go away with a kiss to the forehead and the light on... the things with teeth, and claws, and big red eyes exist in this world, and... it'll be only a matter of time... till they get ya! Saoirse's face went pale white, her Asian lidded eyes wide, her emerald green irises contracting. She paused there, before the door... and glanced over to Skye. Saoirse blinked, sadly at the creature or human, whatever she really was. She felt pity, and at the same time a fear that was similar one feels about the dark, the unknown. She then, slowly, opened the door back into the hall and exited.

Skye had exited into the main hall ahead of Saorise. She had to make sure to block them from hurting her friend. Especially now that she had certain memories returned to her. 'She not Hina, but she smell and look like her. Hina's pup I think. Not let pup die here. Not let friend down again.' Skye thought, determined to honor the memory of a dead friend and mentor. She cast a cold, desolating gaze down from the balcony overlooking the maiin hall, where the punk biker gang looking armed thugs were. She watched as they began to split up into formations to search out where they had been. And Skye's face darkened as her electrical energy began to emerge again, the markings on her body, her hair, and her eyes slowly began to illuminate, and the sound of low buzzing could begin to be heard. However, when she heard the gunfire and loud roars of the Harvester in the back parking lot, that's when her face turned from grim, to fierce, her lips pulled back into a wicked snarl, exposing her sharp serrated triangular teeth. There was no time left for warnings. They were being hunted by more than men with guns now...

Random NPCs wrote:The doors burst open as five individuals entered the room with AKM's.



They didn't look all too professional, given their combat posture and form, but likely were just trained civilians- gangsters of a sort. They were all unique, even a punk rocker was among them:


(ooc: For Cleo )


"Where the hell is this cat supposed to be at, man?" One asked, while another who had a flashlight taped to the side of their gun looked down at the carpet, noting the blood stains. "Blood stains lead over to the restroom... and also towards that door... and from the look of things, upstairs." Replied one of the women.

A burly man, who looked like Hulk Hogan with a mohawk sighed. He wore a biker's cut around his blood stained wifebeater. RC-Dev-Il was on the back which had a double meaning- Raccoon City Devil, and Raccoon City Development Group of Illinois- it was a very... in house sort of Motor Cycle Club, one that didn't last too long after Harris Junior swept in for his father. The man's name was Mitchel 'Hazz' Hazzard, and he was the former club President. of the ten sent here, he had the most 'experience' when it came to this sort of thing. He also had a very, highly custom, chromed M1911A1 in a shoulder holster for a right hand drawl:



Noteworthy, THEY WERE NOT ALL BIKERS, and of the ten volunteers sent to pick up this 'Red Cell' bitch? Hazz was perhaps the only one who could ride one. It was Hazz too, who considered himself 'the leader' on this small operation, and given the red haired woman's suggestion of the blood trail decided it was best to split the group apart. "We've all got AKs," he said in a gruff, intimidating tone, rubbing his dark bar handle moustache. "You take the room over there," he pointed to the Affairs Office. "You take the bathrooms," he continued. "I'll check the room upstairs with these two." He explained. "Remember, the girl is to be brought in alive, so lets play nice. However, if she's uncooperative we can rough her up a little." He chuckled, not believing it would come to that, but if so, it would be done. "Alright, fan out and all that. Don't come running if there's gun fire, its probably to be expected with all them dead fucks walkin' about...!" he said as he began to climb the steps.

Skye looked back at Saorise, an expression of both sadness, and sternness. "You go, get to safety, lock door behind you. I stop them as long as I can. We see each other again someday." Skye whispered to her. Before she turned back towards the two thugs now ascending the stairs, her eyes glowing as she stared them down. She needed to do this quickly and quietly to avoid drawing the Harvester any faster than it was already approaching.

(screaming from here)

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:
Then said lightbulb, flew on past her like a comic book hero or... well, she used up much of her media references for a while, she'd need a while to recharge them! Her mind frazzled by even more confusing shit, she turned her attention to Skye as she was heading back to the main hall. "Again, what the hell do you mean by bad men?!" She screamed to the blue haired woman.

Echoed into the main hall, beyond the mostly nude blue haired beauty.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:

Darkstorm Zero wrote:(OOC: From Here)

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:Saoirse, while Skye was reliving horrid flashbacks, was staring at the blood vial in the travel sized epinephrine cooler. She raised a brow, and noted the date. How weird, its dated a day after my mother passed away... She thought, sighing as she closed the small handheld chest and was about to put it back into the recess when she turned to Skye. She raised a brow at the tall woman, who seemed to be suffering some sort of fit. "Yo... hey, Sky? You in there...?" She began, waving a hand in front of the woman's absurdly bright blue eyes. "Hello...? Shit man, don't be having a freakin' fit now!" she commented, before the woman's face contorted to pure rage!

Saoirse had backed the hell away from Skye as she began to kick the portrait of the old dude several times! Her body... was like glowing dude! That... is both the raddest, and most FUCKING TERRIFYING THING I've seen since the shark man!! She mentally screamed, her large green eyes shimmering with fear as she grabbed her guitar tightly, and hid behind the Baby Grand Piano for cover! Like, fuck, am I the one whose high right now??! she gulped. She watched as the solid copper frame was busted and bent, the oil painting no longer recognizable, the bent plate that actually read 'Prof. James Issac Ferral' (1969) clinking off the wooden planks of the floor and rattled before settling. She didn't realize she put the portable freezer in her thigh bag, just reflex as she stood up, and started shakily side stepping the woman... if that was what she was! Oh god... she really could be an ET here to eat my face! Shit SHIT SHIT! Why did I think of that on the bridge?! Is everything I think about coming to life?! I WANT FIVE BILLION DOLLARS AND A HOT DUDE WITH BLUE EYES, AND A FUCKING LAMBORGHINI AND A MANSION WITH NO LESS THAN EIGHT FUCKING BUTLERS AND MAYBE EIGHT OR TWELVE MAIDS! she thought frantically before the woman turned to her!

"EEEYAH!!" Saoirse screamed, hiding behind the tall marble statue of some god or goddess from rome or greek- she never paid attention in history!! "Wh-what the hell are you Skye?!" She screamed, wide green eyes gleaming at her as she noticed there was an opening between them for the door. The passage... if what Jenkins says was true...! She thought, glancing back to the blue haired woman who looked both angry and sad, tears rolling down glowing cheeks, her face pulsing with anger and rage as she told her to... hide?!

No fucking kidding! She thought, running to the door when she froze for a moment... and realized her eyes... her pupils grew larger. Like, not 'high' large, but... like... grown... black and bleak... lifeless eyes, black eyes... like a doll's eye.

She didn't want to consider that possibility. If what was running through her head was true, then...

'...When he comes at ya, he doesn't seem be living, until he bites ya and the black eyes roll over white.' The line said by Quint in Jaws surfaced in her head as she squints her eyes, shaking her head and pushed the door to the 2nd floor hallway open as she ran.  

...then anything could be real. Nothing is sacred, and what ever is going on in Raccoon City... is real. This isn't some fantasy, not an acid trip, not some fucked up dream. We are in serious shit, and things that go bump in the night wont go away with a kiss to the forehead and the light on... the things with teeth, and claws, and big red eyes exist in this world, and... it'll be only a matter of time... till they get ya! Saoirse's face went pale white, her Asian lidded eyes wide, her emerald green irises contracting. She paused there, before the door... and glanced over to Skye. Saoirse blinked, sadly at the creature or human, whatever she really was. She felt pity, and at the same time a fear that was similar one feels about the dark, the unknown. She then, slowly, opened the door back into the hall and exited.

Skye had exited into the main hall ahead of Saorise. She had to make sure to block them from hurting her friend. Especially now that she had certain memories returned to her. 'She not Hina, but she smell and look like her. Hina's pup I think. Not let pup die here. Not let friend down again.' Skye thought, determined to honor the memory of a dead friend and mentor. She cast a cold, desolating gaze down from the balcony overlooking the maiin hall, where the punk biker gang looking armed thugs were. She watched as they began to split up into formations to search out where they had been. And Skye's face darkened as her electrical energy began to emerge again, the markings on her body, her hair, and her eyes slowly began to illuminate, and the sound of low buzzing could begin to be heard. However, when she heard the gunfire and loud roars of the Harvester in the back parking lot, that's when her face turned from grim, to fierce, her lips pulled back into a wicked snarl, exposing her sharp serrated triangular teeth. There was no time left for warnings. They were being hunted by more than men with guns now...

Random NPCs wrote:The doors burst open as five individuals entered the room with AKM's.



They didn't look all too professional, given their combat posture and form, but likely were just trained civilians- gangsters of a sort. They were all unique, even a punk rocker was among them:


(ooc: For Cleo )


"Where the hell is this cat supposed to be at, man?" One asked, while another who had a flashlight taped to the side of their gun looked down at the carpet, noting the blood stains. "Blood stains lead over to the restroom... and also towards that door... and from the look of things, upstairs." Replied one of the women.

A burly man, who looked like Hulk Hogan with a mohawk sighed. He wore a biker's cut around his blood stained wifebeater. RC-Dev-Il was on the back which had a double meaning- Raccoon City Devil, and Raccoon City Development Group of Illinois- it was a very... in house sort of Motor Cycle Club, one that didn't last too long after Harris Junior swept in for his father. The man's name was Mitchel 'Hazz' Hazzard, and he was the former club President. of the ten sent here, he had the most 'experience' when it came to this sort of thing. He also had a very, highly custom, chromed M1911A1 in a shoulder holster for a right hand drawl:



Noteworthy, THEY WERE NOT ALL BIKERS, and of the ten volunteers sent to pick up this 'Red Cell' bitch? Hazz was perhaps the only one who could ride one. It was Hazz too, who considered himself 'the leader' on this small operation, and given the red haired woman's suggestion of the blood trail decided it was best to split the group apart. "We've all got AKs," he said in a gruff, intimidating tone, rubbing his dark bar handle moustache. "You take the room over there," he pointed to the Affairs Office. "You take the bathrooms," he continued. "I'll check the room upstairs with these two." He explained. "Remember, the girl is to be brought in alive, so lets play nice. However, if she's uncooperative we can rough her up a little." He chuckled, not believing it would come to that, but if so, it would be done. "Alright, fan out and all that. Don't come running if there's gun fire, its probably to be expected with all them dead fucks walkin' about...!" he said as he began to climb the steps.

Skye looked back at Saorise, an expression of both sadness, and sternness. "You go, get to safety, lock door behind you. I stop them as long as I can. We see each other again someday." Skye whispered to her. Before she turned back towards the two thugs now ascending the stairs, her eyes glowing as she stared them down. She needed to do this quickly and quietly to avoid drawing the Harvester any faster than it was already approaching.

(screaming from here)

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:
Then said lightbulb, flew on past her like a comic book hero or... well, she used up much of her media references for a while, she'd need a while to recharge them! Her mind frazzled by even more confusing shit, she turned her attention to Skye as she was heading back to the main hall. "Again, what the hell do you mean by bad men?!" She screamed to the blue haired woman.

Echoed into the main hall, beyond the mostly nude blue haired beauty.

Hazz leading the two other men up the stairs lifted their AKs when the second floor door opened up, and out came someone with blue hair. "Welp, she can't be our girl... ours is a ginger." says the former biker, when they all heard another voice echoing from behind the blue haired woman. "Welp, if I was a bettin' man, there's at least a 5 in 10 chance that would be our missing red-head back there!" He says, shouldering the AK by its strap as the burly guy pushed the tall woman aside. "Whats with the get up? Look, we're here to help so stop scowling-" he says as his right hand swiftly drew the .45 from his holster and brought the barrel to the blue haired woman's ribs.

BANG!

"Get her." He says to the other two men on the upper balcony with him, the said pair rushing to the door leading to Saoirse!

Random NPCs wrote:Hazz leading the two other men up the stairs lifted their AKs when the second floor door opened up, and out came someone with blue hair. "Welp, she can't be our girl... ours is a ginger." says the former biker, when they all heard another voice echoing from behind the blue haired woman. "Welp, if I was a bettin' man, there's at least a 5 in 10 chance that would be our missing red-head back there!" He says, shouldering the AK by its strap as the burly guy pushed the tall woman aside. "Whats with the get up? Look, we're here to help so stop scowling-" he says as his right hand swiftly drew the .45 from his holster and brought the barrel to the blue haired woman's ribs.

BANG!

"Get her." He says to the other two men on the upper balcony with him, the said pair rushing to the door leading to Saoirse!

Even as the shot fired, Skye's hand wrapped around the hand and wrist holding the gun that had just fired into her ribs in a crushing grip. The bullet was poking into a hole in the side of the coat, but beneath that hole, the bullet was spinning, drilling into her skin, a rivulet of blood dripped down her side, but it didn't seem to penetrate far past the skin. Her eyes never diverted from those of the thug she had in a one handed grip. A light was coming from beneath the flesh and skin around where the bullet was drilling into her side, then it was slowly being pushed out of her skin by something unseen...

The bullet dislodged after a few moments, where it fell and make a loud pinging metallic sound as it bounced off the polished wooden floor. heavily onto the polished wooden floor.

For the moment, Skye wasn't paying attention to the two other thugs. She had the leader by the hand, and her lips were pulled back in a snarl, revealing her sharpened teeth. And she was angry. "You a bad man. Like the others..." She said, her voice enhanced by the electrical energy she began to generate. Before he could pull the trigger again with his crushed hand, or each for another weapon, she sent an electrified punch into his sternum, sending him back against the wall of the staircase with a thud, ribbons and arcs of electricity dancing from his combat vest across his body.

Darkstorm Zero wrote:

Random NPCs wrote:Hazz leading the two other men up the stairs lifted their AKs when the second floor door opened up, and out came someone with blue hair. "Welp, she can't be our girl... ours is a ginger." says the former biker, when they all heard another voice echoing from behind the blue haired woman. "Welp, if I was a bettin' man, there's at least a 5 in 10 chance that would be our missing red-head back there!" He says, shouldering the AK by its strap as the burly guy pushed the tall woman aside. "Whats with the get up? Look, we're here to help so stop scowling-" he says as his right hand swiftly drew the .45 from his holster and brought the barrel to the blue haired woman's ribs.

BANG!

"Get her." He says to the other two men on the upper balcony with him, the said pair rushing to the door leading to Saoirse!

Even as she shot fired, Skye's hand wrapped around the hand and wrist holding the gun that had just fired into her ribs in a crushing grip. The bullet was poking into a hole in the side of the coat, but beneath that hole, the bullet was spinning, drilling into her skin, a rivulet of blood dripped down her side, but it didn't seem to penetrate far past the skin. Her eyes never diverted from those of the thug she had in a one handed grip. A light was coming from beneath the flesh and skin around where the bullet was drilling into her side, then it was slowly being pushed out of her skin by something unseen...

The bullet dislodged after a few moments, where it fell and make a loud pinging metallic sound as it bounced off the polished wooden floor. heavily onto the polished wooden floor.

For the moment, Skye wasn't paying attention to the two other thugs. She had the leader by the hand, and her lips were pulled back in a snarl, revealing her sharpened teeth. And she was angry. "You a bad man. Like the others..." She said, her voice enhanced by the electrical energy she began to generate. Before he could pull the trigger again with his crushed hand, or each foo another weapon, she sent an electrified punch into his sternum, sending him back against the wall of the staircase with a thud, ribbons and arcs of electricity dancing from his combat vest across his body.

Hazz did not hit the staircase, he flew and SLAMMED into the opposite banister across the second floor balcony! "UGAH!!" He gasped, before falling chest down in front of the lavatories, as the two other men had rushed past the sparking blue woman.



The red haired woman who had went for the student affairs office yelled out: "Hazz!" She then turned her AK towards the upper balcony at the glowing woman.

The black haired punkish woman heading for the bathrooms headed over to the fallen Hazz, whose arm looked like it had been crushed in a vice grip. She turned and aimed her AKM at the blue haired woman as well.

(to here for the two men who ran past Skye)

The air around Skye rippled slightly as she activated her Electromagnetic Polarity Shell in anticipation of gunfire. But her face was stern as she looked down upon the two women who huddled around the large man and aimed guns at her.

"You three get one chance... Only one. Leave, don't fight, don't come back. Other two, they not get chance. Take it, or I kill you all." warned Skye, before she headed towards the 2F Passage door, fully expecting to be shot in the back, and her polarity wall was ready.

Darkstorm Zero wrote:The air around Skye rippled slightly as she activated her Electromagnetic Polarity Shell in anticipation of gunfire. But her face was stern as she looked down upon the two women who huddled around the large man and aimed guns at her.

"You three get one chance... Only one. Leave, don't fight, don't come back. Other two, they not get chance. Take it, or I kill you all." warned Skye, before she headed towards the 2F Passage door, fully expecting to be shot in the back, and her polarity wall was ready.

(from here)



As the doors opened, the blue haired woman met with a curvy female in black. Her gasmask and attire...

Though not entirely the same, she looked similar to the men in black Skye had seen in her past... the ones who covered up the issue with Dr. Hina, the ones who took her 'Momma' away and killed another one of the lab techs-





Though this one was more 'modern' and armored!

Without hesitation, LOTUS had an idea what stood in front of her given the odd energy radiating from her body, and lifted the silent USP once more:


Pnt. Pnt. Pnt.

Three shots, trained on the B.O.W.'s head and chest, as she continued towards the creature. She had a big hunch that this being was the one head office had prepared LOTUS for when assigning her the task to hunt down Dr. Kamura and eliminate the creatures she had released! A human form? Don't tell me... that crazy bitch actually did it...! She thought whilst pulling the trigger a fourth time-

Pnt.

-a fifth!

Pnt.

Darkstorm Zero wrote:The air around Skye rippled slightly as she activated her Electromagnetic Polarity Shell in anticipation of gunfire. But her face was stern as she looked down upon the two women who huddled around the large man and aimed guns at her.

"You three get one chance... Only one. Leave, don't fight, don't come back. Other two, they not get chance. Take it, or I kill you all." warned Skye, before she headed towards the 2F Passage door, fully expecting to be shot in the back, and her polarity wall was ready.

"Ugggh....!" Haz grumbled, still alive for something that intense! "What... the fuck is that thing?!" He spat, mostly angry as he sat up on his knees, holding his chest as Red fired the Assault rifle. "Fuck this mission, we're bailing now!" She said between bursts of the AKM, giving them some cover when... something weird was going on up on the second floor. "Who the hell is that?!" Red asked, as the figure in black began shooting the freaky woman with blue hair!

Random NPCs wrote:"Ugggh....!" Haz grumbled, still alive for something that intense! "What... the fuck is that thing?!" He spat, mostly angry as he sat up on his knees, holding his chest as Red fired the Assault rifle. "Fuck this mission, we're bailing now!" She said between bursts of the AKM, giving them some cover when... something weird was going on up on the second floor. "Who the hell is that?!" Red asked, as the figure in black began shooting the freaky woman with blue hair!

LOTUS wrote:(from here)



As the doors opened, the blue haired woman met with a curvy female in black. Her gasmask and attire...

Though not entirely the same, she looked similar to the men in black Skye had seen in her past... the ones who covered up the issue with Dr. Hina, the ones who took her 'Momma' away and killed another one of the lab techs-





Though this one was more 'modern' and armored!

Without hesitation, LOTUS had an idea what stood in front of her given the odd energy radiating from her body, and lifted the silent USP once more:


Pnt. Pnt. Pnt.

Three shots, trained on the B.O.W.'s head and chest, as she continued towards the creature. She had a big hunch that this being was the one head office had prepared LOTUS for when assigning her the task to hunt down Dr. Kamura and eliminate the creatures she had released! A human form? Don't tell me... that crazy bitch actually did it...! She thought whilst pulling the trigger a fourth time-

Pnt.

-a fifth!

Pnt.

The bullets of the trio downstairs, as anticipated, deflected and curved around her Polarity shield, she didn't have the time to turn around and make good on her promise however, when another human came through the door in front of her. It wasn't one of the thugs that went in ahead. She could smell the blood. they were already dead. it was new, yet familiar to her. Then, the new strange woman started firing her weapon on her. The bullets she fired also got caught by her polarity shield, but because the distance was closer, they simply hung in the air, floating, spinning gently in the air when they finally slowed to a stop, about 7 inches from Skye's face and chest. The Shark Woman's face slowly changed from stern and unyielding, to apoplectic rage as she began to recognize who this was. Her cyan blue eyes dilated co completely black, like her original shark form's eyes., and her lips pulled all the way back, revealing her sharp serrated triangular teeth.

"YOU!!" she roared out, and produced a pair of blades made of electrical energy from her fists, these Gigawatt Blades sparked and crackled with power, as the enraged Shark rushed at LOTUS, slashing and stabbing at her wildly.

"YOU KILLED FRIENDS!! TRIED TO TAKE ME AWAY!! MAKE YOU PAY!! MAKE YOU BLEED!!!" she roared out, before sending the Gigawatt Blades out as Magnum Bolts from her hands, aiming the twin bolts of electricity like harpoons, right at LOTUS's head. Skybolt was going for the kill, murderous intent in her black eyes.

Darkstorm Zero wrote:
The bullets of the trio downstairs, as anticipated, deflected and curved around her Polarity shield, she didn't have the time to turn around and make good on her promise however, when another human came through the door in front of her. It wasn't one of the thugs that went in ahead. She could smell the blood. they were already dead. it was new, yet familiar to her. Then, the new strange woman started firing her weapon on her. The bullets she fired also got caught by her polarity shield, but because the distance was closer, they simply hung in the air, floating, spinning gently in the air when they finally slowed to a stop, about 7 inches from Skye's face and chest. The Shark Woman's face slowly changed from stern and unyielding, to apoplectic rage as she began to recognize who this was. Her cyan blue eyes dilated co completely black, like her original shark form's eyes., and her lips pulled all the way back, revealing her sharp serrated triangular teeth.

"YOU!!" she roared out, and produced a pair of blades made of electrical energy from her fists, these Gigawatt Blades sparked and crackled with power, as the enraged Shark rushed at LOTUS, slashing and stabbing at her wildly.

"YOU KILLED FRIENDS!! TRIED TO TAKE ME AWAY!! MAKE YOU PAY!! MAKE YOU BLEED!!!" she roared out, before sending the Gigawatt Blades out as Magnum Bolts from her hands, aiming the twin bolts of electricity like harpoons, right at LOTUS's head. Skybolt was going for the kill, murderous intent in her black eyes.

Jesus Christ, she's a B.O.W.! Lotus cried mentally as she swiftly dodged the 'wolf in sheep's skin' with electrical arcs, swiftly bobbing and weaving to evade attacks on the narrow balcony overlooking the main hall's ground floor. This really isn't ideal, this has to be one of the Doctor's experiments, shit, I walked right into this! She thought as the creature screamed nonsense to her about hurting her friends. Unless she met the two asshats in the corridor, she hadn't a clue what she was talking about- not that it mattered either. If it was for the mission, she'd kill any and all necessary obstacles in her path. Like Raven taught her, there were no half measures.

Her eye widened as the creature swiftly turned and shot the energy like blades like harpoons from her forearms as she was flanking her! Shit! Lotus thought as part of her helmet and mask fell away from the blast, just narrowly avoiding the blast directly. This made her right eye exposed, as part of her balaclava burned away along with the helmet- making all three clothing items useless. It also exposed a single, lidded, dark eye:





She didn't waste any movement as she came in close, holstering her pistol as she struck the pressure points for the woman's arm, her suit designed for dealing with this B.O.W. specifically, as she jabbed the points, the creature's right arm fell limp. She also struck a point in her back to make her right leg go limp as she grabbed the charged beast and tossed herself, with the BOW, over the balcony down into the ground floor again, even as bullets flew! She rolled away from the creature, drawing out her Umbrella Steel Combat Knife in a reverse grip:



As she was standing in a half crouched, fluid stance, her hair fell out from the failing mask, long curtains of dark black hair fell over her shoulder. Her eye continued to glare at the monster; cold, dead eyes... eyes of a professional killer and an Elite of Umbrella's prized U.S.S.- those men in black.

Haz was helped up by the woman in black (OOC: Cleo), while Red shot erratically with the AKM Haz turned to Red. "Three of us returning would look pretty bad..." he says taking the .45 out with his good hand and smacking his ally in the back of her head with the butt of it, before falling into Red's arms. He kicked the unconscious girl towards the desk, in a means to hopefully sacrifice her to buy them time to escape. "Lets go!" He spat, holstering his gun and picked up her AKM as the pair stumbled out!

(to meet up point for survivors of Harris Group A)

LOTUS wrote:Jesus Christ, she's a B.O.W.! Lotus cried mentally as she swiftly dodged the 'wolf in sheep's skin' with electrical arcs, swiftly bobbing and weaving to evade attacks on the narrow balcony overlooking the main hall's ground floor. This really isn't ideal, this has to be one of the Doctor's experiments, shit, I walked right into this! She thought as the creature screamed nonsense to her about hurting her friends. Unless she met the two asshats in the corridor, she hadn't a clue what she was talking about- not that it mattered either. If it was for the mission, she'd kill any and all necessary obstacles in her path. Like Raven taught her, there were no half measures.

Her eye widened as the creature swiftly turned and shot the energy like blades like harpoons from her forearms as she was flanking her! Shit! Lotus thought as part of her helmet and mask fell away from the blast, just narrowly avoiding the blast directly. This made her right eye exposed, as part of her balaclava burned away along with the helmet- making all three clothing items useless. It also exposed a single, lidded, dark eye:





She didn't waste any movement as she came in close, holstering her pistol as she struck the pressure points for the woman's arm, her suit designed for dealing with this B.O.W. specifically, as she jabbed the points, the creature's right arm fell limp. She also struck a point in her back to make her right leg go limp as she grabbed the charged beast and tossed herself, with the BOW, over the balcony down into the ground floor again, even as bullets flew! She rolled away from the creature, drawing out her Umbrella Steel Combat Knife in a reverse grip:



As she was standing in a half crouched, fluid stance, her hair fell out from the failing mask, long curtains of dark black hair fell over her shoulder. Her eye continued to glare at the monster; cold, dead eyes... eyes of a professional killer and an Elite of Umbrella's prized U.S.S.- those men in black.

Skye didn't seem to respond to the pain, and kipped herself back upright using her left hand, and leg only. She was still adjusting to walking normally, but she had progressed significantly in the very short amount of time she had had legs and arms. Even as her black diluted eyes looked at her opponent, her electrokinesis told her that some how, this opponent managed to strike several nerve pressure points in her right arm, and a disabling one to her spine that crippled her right leg. However, this didn't deter the creature as she powered her electrokinetic capabilities, and forced her nerves to open themselves up again through electro accupressure, forcing the nerve channels back open by applying electromagnetic signal force through them. It did however have the side effect of creating electroburst pulses to explode along her arm and leg where the nerves were closed off, which caused lightning to arc uncontrollably around Skye, striking anything electroreceptive within 5 meters of her, including metals, and grounded objects. This had the effect of striking the bannisters metal covers, the receptionists desk computer, and several power sockets, some of which lit fires to the wooden walls surrounding them.

With her limbs now free, she grimaced at both of her remaining opponents, as two of the earlier thugs fled, throwing one of their number towards her. Instead of taking advantage of such a move directly, Skye powered up an Alpha Electromagnetic Shockwave with the reverse magnetism, and extreme electro force. She chose not to take chances with the mask wearing assassin with the bad nerve pinches.

"Making sure you not come back to hurt friends this time!!" she roared out, before throwing both her hands forward towards LOTUS, sending the charged shockwave right at her like an oncoming contrail of a comet.

Darkstorm Zero wrote:

LOTUS wrote:Jesus Christ, she's a B.O.W.! Lotus cried mentally as she swiftly dodged the 'wolf in sheep's skin' with electrical arcs, swiftly bobbing and weaving to evade attacks on the narrow balcony overlooking the main hall's ground floor. This really isn't ideal, this has to be one of the Doctor's experiments, shit, I walked right into this! She thought as the creature screamed nonsense to her about hurting her friends. Unless she met the two asshats in the corridor, she hadn't a clue what she was talking about- not that it mattered either. If it was for the mission, she'd kill any and all necessary obstacles in her path. Like Raven taught her, there were no half measures.

Her eye widened as the creature swiftly turned and shot the energy like blades like harpoons from her forearms as she was flanking her! Shit! Lotus thought as part of her helmet and mask fell away from the blast, just narrowly avoiding the blast directly. This made her right eye exposed, as part of her balaclava burned away along with the helmet- making all three clothing items useless. It also exposed a single, lidded, dark eye:





She didn't waste any movement as she came in close, holstering her pistol as she struck the pressure points for the woman's arm, her suit designed for dealing with this B.O.W. specifically, as she jabbed the points, the creature's right arm fell limp. She also struck a point in her back to make her right leg go limp as she grabbed the charged beast and tossed herself, with the BOW, over the balcony down into the ground floor again, even as bullets flew! She rolled away from the creature, drawing out her Umbrella Steel Combat Knife in a reverse grip:



As she was standing in a half crouched, fluid stance, her hair fell out from the failing mask, long curtains of dark black hair fell over her shoulder. Her eye continued to glare at the monster; cold, dead eyes... eyes of a professional killer and an Elite of Umbrella's prized U.S.S.- those men in black.

Skye didn't seem to respond to the pain, and kipped herself back upright using her left hand, and leg only. She was still adjusting to walking normally, but she had progressed significantly in the very short amount of time she had had legs and arms. Even as her black diluted eyes looked at her opponent, her electrokinesis told her that some how, this opponent managed to strike several nerve pressure points in her right arm, and a disabling one to her spine that crippled her right leg. However, this didn't deter the creature as she powered her electrokinetic capabilities, and forced her nerves to open themselves up again through electro accupressure, forcing the nerve channels back open by applying electromagnetic signal force through them. It did however have the side effect of creating electroburst pulses to explode along her arm and leg where the nerves were closed off, which caused lightning to arc uncontrollably around Skye, striking anything electroreceptive within 5 meters of her, including metals, and grounded objects. This had the effect of striking the bannisters metal covers, the receptionists desk computer, and several power sockets, some of which lit fires to the wooden walls surrounding them.

With her limbs now free, she grimaced at both of her remaining opponents, as two of the earlier thugs fled, throwing one of their number towards her. Instead of taking advantage of such a move directly, Skye powered up an Alpha Electromagnetic Shockwave with the reverse magnetism, and extreme electro force. She chose not to take chances with the mask wearing assassin with the bad nerve pinches.

"Making sure you not come back to hurt friends this time!!" she roared out, before throwing both her hands forward towards LOTUS, sending the charged shockwave right at her like an oncoming contrail of a comet.

LOTUS could see that this B.O.W. was quite interesting, very unique. Hmm... can't let her destroy this place, need to lure her out side... She thought, and glanced to the door, rushing for it with the other pair, tossing a pair of stun grenades her direction as the creature seemed to power up! She pushed through the double doors before the other two civilians, rolling out into the courtyard. She drew her MP5, and fired towards the other two fleeing survivors, forcing them behind cover, before firing towards the creature inside, trying to lure her out as everyone could hear the Harvester's scream from somewhere nearby!

LOTUS wrote:LOTUS could see that this B.O.W. was quite interesting, very unique. Hmm... can't let her destroy this place, need to lure her out side... She thought, and glanced to the door, rushing for it with the other pair, tossing a pair of stun grenades her direction as the creature seemed to power up! She pushed through the double doors before the other two civilians, rolling out into the courtyard. She drew her MP5, and fired towards the other two fleeing survivors, forcing them behind cover, before firing towards the creature inside, trying to lure her out as everyone could hear the Harvester's scream from somewhere nearby!

Skye covered her eyes in nictitating membrane, partially protecting her from the effect of the flashbang, but she did have to cover her ears somewhat to absorb the shock of the noise. Fortunately for her, she remained lucid enough to keep her shield up, and to maintain her tracking of her new target from her EM field, and her smell. Bullets continued to rain down on her from the leather bodysuit clad woman's weapon, and Skye growled a little, before powering a small orb of energy into a ball in her left hand. Then she threw the orb, a Stalker Shock Grenade, out the door towards her prey, before following it with a pair of arc lightning streams that she fanned out over a wide area from both hands as she walked forward, and out of the door into the front parking lot.



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Darkstorm Zero wrote:

LOTUS wrote:LOTUS could see that this B.O.W. was quite interesting, very unique. Hmm... can't let her destroy this place, need to lure her out side... She thought, and glanced to the door, rushing for it with the other pair, tossing a pair of stun grenades her direction as the creature seemed to power up! She pushed through the double doors before the other two civilians, rolling out into the courtyard. She drew her MP5, and fired towards the other two fleeing survivors, forcing them behind cover, before firing towards the creature inside, trying to lure her out as everyone could hear the Harvester's scream from somewhere nearby!

Skye covered her eyes in nictitating membrane, partially protecting her from the effect of the flashbang, but she did have to cover her ears somewhat to absorb the shock of the noise. Fortunately for her, she remained lucid enough to keep her shield up, and to maintain her tracking of her new target from her EM field, and her smell. Bullets continued to rain down on her from the leather bodysuit clad woman's weapon, and Skye growled a little, before powering a small orb of energy into a ball in her left hand. Then she threw the orb, a Stalker Shock Grenade, out the door towards her prey, before following it with a pair of arc lightning streams that she fanned out over a wide area from both hands as she walked forward, and out of the door into the front parking lot.



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She turned the MP5 from the pair of fleeing survivors back to Skye, the bullets having little effect but slowed her down. Thankfully, her suit wasn't made of leather, but rubber, and absorbed plenty of the shock that would have otherwise fried someone else from the inside out! Still, it was not all sunshine and rainbows, as she was thrown further away from the front courtyard, and toward the road leading from the drop off line and visitor parking!

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