2F Passage

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:(from here)

Saoirse entered the 2F passage, heading towards the Art Gallery when she realized... she had a carry on. "Ughh..." She sighed, pausing in the middle of the elaborate hall, turning around slowly to face the blue haired woman. "Look, my daddy tells me I can't bring in stray puppies off the street." She replied in a semi mocking manner, before realizing it'd be lost on her. "Just... you know, whatever." she said, mildly frustrated. She didn't know how to handle this, but apparently these were the cards she were dealt. Not like she would abandon another, apparent human survivor, but after what she'd been through in one night? Dealing with Vic's Jim Jones, Cory's Brain Damage, and whoever that Charles Whitman fuck was outside? She just semi-wished she ran into... I don't know, someone more... 'normal'? Whatever 'normal' is now. I mean... zombies exist. Monster's apparently exist... is that abnormal or always been? Again... if I'm eaten by Vicky the fucking Victoria Lake monster? I'm going to... well, I guess I can't do much of anything being dead and digested, wouldn't I? Shit... She sighed at the depressive thoughts as she made her way to the Art Gallery, thinking she saw something outside the windows overlooking Good Street for a moment before shrugging. She wondered how that odd shark she met was doing? Given she was exposed to the sniper fire and everything. How does it not zap itself in the water? That was kinda intriguing... still, seemed fine last I looked out the window. Maybe I'll check the river once I get out of this place. But first I need a suture kit if I don't want my hand to look like a jack-o-lantern for the rest of my life. Eh... maybe not, on second thought. If the blue-haired wonder behind me sees her in the water, God knows what she'd probably do to herself or Guppy Blue man...

She came upon the door for the gallery, and sighed, slowly turning the knob and entering.

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Random NPCs wrote:"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:

Random NPCs wrote:"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!

The gunshot sounded like thunder! And worse, was the approaching heavy footfalls! Saoirse hadn't seen the men Skye mentioned, but they were coming for her for sure!

Random NPCs wrote:(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.

Random NPCs wrote:(returning, from the President's room...)

The pair rentered the hall and checked it thoroughly. "What the fuck man?!" Exclaimed one of the men. That was when the gun shots echoed down the hall, from the main hall. "Fuck, we did just leave Hazz there with the girls." "Yeah, we fucked up already, may as well deal with whatever's going on out there and work together finding this bitch." "I hear ya, lets move!"