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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Vamp on June 23, 2009, 02:58:38 AM
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running...running...a wolf runs through the facility grounds, in his hand... a cobalt knife, quiet as a cat, he sneaks behind the guard. SHINK! ... wump... the knife glides through the enemies throat and he falls the the ground. no pain, no blood, no evidence, just death.The wolf pulls a Magnum Smith and Wesson revolver out of his coat. with Dead on aim he shoots the security panel across the courtyard. there is a beep and the gates open... he pulls a small radio out of his pocket. "Guys, this is Vans, I'm in position"
"Roger..." a voice crackles through the radio. a sultry but firm female voice, a voice of one of his teamates,"just find it and get out."
that voice is his teamates. Her name is...
Post Merge: June 23, 2009, 03:06:49 AM
Rules:
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1.No stupid crap (ie. sudden revivals, items out of nowhere, no team flip floping(if your an enemy you stay an enemy!same with good guys!))
2.no excessive friendly fire!
3.i will have NO GAY-BASHING!!!!!!!!!!!!
4.No stealing crap unless it make sense.
5.No overly powerful weopons!!!
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(This looks interesting :3 Just... could you explain the story more? And you should make an OOC Thread ;3)
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well i'm trying to get people to help me with the story... it's going to grow it's self hopefully
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((Oh, ok ^^ Mind if I join in? :P))
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go right ahead, you can be another teamate, the girl, on the radio or a villan for all i care. :) :P
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((xD I dunno.... or do I? hehehe....))
A fox ran through the facilities, silent and agile as a cat, but sneaky and cunning, like foxes. He saw a dark figure in the distance. Grinning, he ran closer, starting to walk when he was near the now perfectly clear wolf. He sneaked up behind him. "Hey." he said, putting a paw on the wolf's shoulder. "Y'know, she's getting a little annoying, you better hurry up before backup gets here." he spoke in a low voice. His long black and white hair waved slightly with the soft breeze and his bigger-than-normal tail moved slowly behind him. In his paw, a Desert Eagle could be seen, he wasn't stupid to the point of walking on enemy lines without a weapon. Even if he did have an MP5 on his back... he'd rather save it if he had troubles.
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mind if i join???
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sure. go ahead
Post Merge: June 23, 2009, 04:00:14 AM
ANY ONE MAY JOIN!!!!!!!!!!!!
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A Saber-Tooth Wolf watches two others through a machine gun clip longhorn sniper and wonders if there the ones who hired, "heh even if they ain't i got plenty oh fire power..." i said while touching each...
Sawed off fully auto double barrel buck shot shotgun
Single barrel pistol grip machine gun clip buck shot shot gun
Twin Mach. 11's
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"well i guess you have plenty of ammo... :yeah-yeah: any way... i'm going to go raid that ammo cache." the wolf said. as he took a sip of whisky from his flask. "I'll be right back"
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i watch you walk toward the building i'm on top of and wonder i should scare you away...
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returning with a backpack full of clips and shotgun shells. "i think this should hold us over for a while"
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i fire a three INCH bullet and shout, "Who do you work for?"
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" who was that? Who are you?! "
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"the names jaison now answer me who you work for?"
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"no one really , just myself and a couple friends. We are just here to reclaim something that was taken from us by some of your associates."
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The sound of the gargantuan sniper rifle's gunfire was so loud it caused a rabbit with a tie to fall backwards off his chair. Before that he was whiling away his time as part of the technical department of the facility, but he was now temporarily abandoning his station to look outside to the commotion. Peering over the window ledge, he pressed his ear to the window to catch what he could of the conversation.
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" Who......work for...."
"No...Really...Just ...Friends...ours...Taken...associates"
Was all he could gather from the garbled microphone speech.
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Oh so you are who i'm supposed to help!!!
i put the sniper away and back flip off the building landing next to van....
Oh... are... who... help
Was all the rabbit cuaght
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(err... I'm lost.... I don't know what happened, the posts are too vague....)
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Judging from the actions of these canines and the snippets of dialogue gathered, the rabbit assumed they were in cahoots, or atleast in some kind of agreement, though why one would blast a sniper rifle and then act all chummy for no apparent reason was beyond him. Apparently friends had been taken by associates and the two who had been shot at were here to help. Though he did know of some dodgy happenings, the rabbit wasn't one to dabble in this particular type of company politics but also didnt want to inadvertently end up in a firefight. Events seemed to be calming now but the urge the slip out the back was intruiging, however he knew his own importance to the company and weighed the options of losing a job versus possibly losing a life.
Eventually he decided to stay to hear more. It always pays to have information.
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"I smell a rodent... sniff more specifically a rabbit hmm i never had rabit.." i grin and look at van....
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Jaison! He is not food... that's who we are here to save! He lost his memorie and we have to help him! he is in grave danger!!!
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(err... I'm lost.... I don't know what happened, the posts are too vague....)
(you're in the facility, were walking to a building and got shot at... I'm pretty sure that's how things have panned out.)
they want food? the rabbit thought to himself... They've come to save food... the food is in grave danger... of rotting? He pressed his ear harder but to no avail. uncomfortable yet perplexed with the foodie talk he went back to his computer and began saving files and closing net browsing windows.
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so were exactly is his holding room? we need to get to his before they get the Mech. specs. If they get a hold of those...dear god...i dont even want to think of the outcome.
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Using a usb stick, he began transferring some of the more important and as yet unfinished work, ready to be worked on later at home. The computer was predictably ancient and took an age to for the loading bar to drag itself along. Grabbing some lettuce from a bowl on his desk, he sat back and ate it absent-mindedly.
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SHINK!... another guard down. CRACK!...the .45 slug hit it's target. "Let's go!!!"Vans shouted
BOOM!...BOOM! two more shots fired. one hit a guard in the right eye. the other grazed another guards left temple, causing immediate unconsciousness.
"Jaison! Back me up! I got to pick this lock!" vans ordered
"Yessir!"
SHINK!...Click...POP "i'm ready go ahead and start picking." Jaison said as he set up his mini-turret.
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startled by further gunfire, the rabbit bolted upright to attention, willing the loding bar to lose its lethergy, it was almost finished so he decided to fill his pockets with whatever he could find; pens, food and a stapler.
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Crash!!! the door flew across the room in two pieces.
"i hate it when i can't pick the lock" Vans commented
"Why couldn't you have done that in the first place!!!"Jaison retorted
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*russian translator online* ---------- "rrrroger, ve hav them in cordon, the outerrrr sector izz breached, all units to devence stations and expect to rrrrecieve fire......" ------ radio silence----------
the cat held his ak-58 to his shoulder, the sights trained on the corridor ahead, wearing his grey dapple camo and beret he was indistinct against the wall......... *holds radio to concealed face* "expecting to rrrecieve enemies any time soon...... ve vill hold them till air support arrives..." *hoisting the stock of his fully automated russian weapon to his shoulder he set the stun mines along the corridor to acitve*
"take up positions men......"
*a dozen or so similarly equipped, though beret -less cats lined behind barrels and firing zones.......all hoisting the less modern but no less deadly ak-47's to their shoulders*
((yay, the baddies haf arrived!........the wierd spelling is intentional, for russia, by the way, most thes cats are cannon fodder, im the officer so come and have a go!))
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The files finished transferring with a ping and once shut down the rabbit pulled out the usb stick and ran for the door. Pulling on it, he found it locked. Pushing proved no luck either. He started yanking hard, before slamming his body against it. He was locked in, and he frantically scanned the room around him for an alternate exit. "What is going on," he breathed to himself in desperation.
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slamming down the door i walked in and said, " unless you wish to be destroyed you will do as we say..."
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"I'm guessing you're not my valiant rescuers then. Right... well," the rabbit straightens out his shirt before chucking the stapler out of his pocket. "Lead the way, mein fuhrer
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Ha Ha.. Van Get over here! this the... rodent you were trying to rescue?