Surviving the Apocalypse! (Closed)

[Angder]

((... maybe I should just refer to everyone as "That person who did a thing" its clear my  brain is tripping over the actual names ))

[moe]

"Aaron" Peircen grumbled.  "Mhm" Kurt responded in an apathetic tone with an expression to match as he glanced over at Peircen.  The jaguar returned his glance before looking over at Angder, completely skipping over Kensie as she took a moment to look the wolf up and down, glaring at him before shaking her head, frustrated and impatient.  "I'm not even going to ask" she slurred before returning her attention to the shark.  "Look here, fish.  I hope you have a pen and paper in that bag, because I want you to take note" she sneered while leaning into the ratchet strap.  "First off, the cheetah? Aaron?  Yeah, he's not OUR guy.  He's one of Shüttler's goons" she continued.  "He's an officer of sorts, or.. At least he was, from what I remember" Kurt calmly commented.  "Right.  Kurt here use to work under him, they'd cycle him between the shop and guard duty.  Guard duty was what you might consider a public service, we all had to do it" she said, resting back in the chair as the hostility in her expression started to subside.  "To put a long story short; I spent most of my time at the med station, I had access to any medication you could possibly imagine.  Kurt worked the wall, and our comrade Salazar, rest her soul, was a runner.  We smuggled supplies out; oxycodone, nitro, amphetamines, anything and everything.  It's all got a high trade value down at the strip, people go nuts over the shit.  Slowly but surely, we built up quite the arsenal of smuggled armaments; everything from explosives to a light machine gun, you have no idea" Peircen vaguely rambled on.  "They caught onto us eventually; Salazar got executed, everything got seized, and there was an investigation.  Thankfully, Kurt has friends in high places. Kurt, me and our pal Kevi got reassigned to the old town hall as volunteers for Gleisner's outpost project.  That was a long while ago, we haven't been back to the hospital since" she said, pausing for a few seconds as she rolled her head from side to side, popping her neck a few times before she'd leer at Kensie.  "We don't take orders from Shüttler, we don't take orders from anyone.  So, I have no idea what they're up to, and to be honest, I don't give two shits.  Are you picking up what I'm putting down?" she grumbled, turning her attention towards the tire iron in Jacob's hands before she'd scold him.  "How about you go change the tire on my truck?  Instead of standing there looking stupid" she sneered.
 
(I plan on putting forth details regarding 'The Strip' and the slavers asap)

[Jacob Hail]

Jacob listened through Peircens whole spiel, raising and eyebrow and looking over at Kensie who wore a blank expression. The shark looked back at him and nodded. Walking to the front of the cannible, Jacob slammed the tire iron into her stomach. "Another." Kensie muttered, and the fox clubbed her again. "First off, dont call me "fish", second off." She stood up and flung aside before walking over to the Jaguar, her face holding a look of annoyance. "All those words and long sad backstory and the only thing youve managed to tell me is that YOURE ALL **censor** USLESS TO ME!" Kensie yelled, stabbing the knife down in the chair between Peircens legs. "So you better find something to make yourself useful and quick, because if I find out you have been wasting my time you will pay." Grabbing her knife, the cop walked back over to where she previously sat, crossing her arms as she looked down at the tool bag then back at her prisoners. "You have to know something, you are an outpost they wouldnt just keep you out of the loop. If they didnt, you wouldnt of known we were enemies now, and there wouldnt of been a need to chase after our car. But you know, Im just going to give you the benefit of the doubt, say you have no **censor** clue about anything thats going on. So Im going to start asking questions that you will know, and I dont want bullshit answers." Reaxhing down to pick up the bag, she slid it across the ground to Angder. "Wolf, who ever your name is, make yourself useful. Inside there is a screw driver and a hand held blow torch. Heat it up would ya?" Sha asked, then turned back to face her captives. "When the hospital captures someone, someone they might find useful to keep alive, what do they do with them?"

[Jacob Hail]

(I think I might of found a way to contact Foxy, should ai try sending her a message and seeing where she went?)

[Angder]

((Up to you, I removed her character in a non-lethal way, so she still can rejoin if she wants.))

Angder shudders, and picks up the blow torch. "Angder." He states simply. He starts to sort out the blow-torch. He prayed to god it was a bluff though. Torture was something he could not stand. If it came to it, he would leave. Maybe he was wrong to help them in the first place...

[moe]

Kurt narrowed his eyes at Kensie as she silently gave Jacob the okay.  His muzzle wrinkling into a vile scold, baring his fangs in a guttural snarl as he looked to the fox.  The solid iron wand laid into the jaguar's stomach with a hollow thud, which sent her keeling over in a fleeting cry as the wind was knocked right out of her.   The metal construction of Kurt's chair creaked as he hunched forward, continuing to snarl in defense of his comrade as she was struck once again.  A sympathy pain of sorts would start to creep through his chest as the ratchet strap bit at his tense figure, the sound of the hollow strikes echoing through his head, like the beating of a dirty rug.  Peircen could hold her own, that he knew, but her over-the-top attitude wasn't going to save her from her physical limitations.  So Kurt couldn't help but feel responsible for the two women, call him old fashioned.
 
Kurt's ears pinned back as his snarl transitioned into a steady leer, following Kensie as she made her way over to Peircen, who lifelessly hung against the ratchet strap in silence.  He wouldn't succumb to his overwhelming urge to yell out at the shark, instead, he attempted to recollect himself by settling back into the chair, relaxing his neck and shoulders as he gaze off into the dark abyss of a missing ceiling tile, waiting for Kensie to finish spouting.  Peircen quietly endured Kensie's aggression with her head bowed, focusing on a single strand of her dark, dreaded hair as water droplets collected on the end of it, which rolled off the wool fabric of her pea coat as they dripped into her lap.  As the shark wrapped up with a new question, the jaguar peered up at her.
   
"I can't see why they'd want to keep any of you pricks alive" she muttered.  "Reg, enough.." Kurt coldly commented, glancing over at Peircen .  "Screw you" she grunted, scolding at Kurt before redirecting her attention towards the doberman. "And **censor** you too.. Cowardly piece of shit" she told Spinelli before looking back to Kensie.  "You know what?  I don't know, why don't you ask the **censor** Nazi?"  She said while gesturing her head towards the doberman.  "ENOUGH!"  Kurt barked at Peircen before looking to Kensie.  "Look!  We're on a need to know basis, lady.  As for chasing you?  We're protecting our sovereignty.  Waving our dicks around, if you will.  Understand?"  He grumbled.  "Now, prisoners.  We use to keep them in radiology, north wing, second floor.  It's hard to miss" he said.  "Radiology is for local prisoners" Spinelli spoke up before looking up at the shark.  "Boiler rooms, south wing, lower level.  They'd most definitely keep them down there.  There's also diesel generators down there with overseeing control rooms.  They might keep them there too, it's dry.  The engine rooms and boilers are a few feet deep in water" Spinelli stated.
 
(You totally should! =3  As much as I'd love to see her come back, I'm going to assume she's busy with life things and what not.  If that ends up being the case, it would be nice if she could pop back on just to write a post stating the handover of the GM status to the three of us.  I've considered setting up an OOC thread to discuss a few things (if you're all interested?), it would be nice to have authentic permission from the original GM.)

[Jacob Hail]

(Im sorry that I haven't been responding, Im sick and acky, it hurts to think when writing long posts. If I feel better tomorrow Ill post, and talk to foxy, if you guys will be patient with me )

[moe]

(Sick?  Aw, that's no fun =( I hope you get well soon, and definitely take all the time you need!  I'm in no rush.)

[Jacob Hail]

Kensie nodded and listened as they all spoke, her tail swishing back and forth. "Alright, good. That wasnt that hard was it?" She said, a wolfish smile come across her face. "Jacob, could I talk to you for a minute?" The fox raised an eyebrow but walked over, both him and Kensie turning their backs to the prisoners. The sharks smile quickly faded. "I bet you that is exactly where they are keeping Vex,  lord knows what they are doing to her." The cop began, talking in a hushed whisper so only Jacob could hear. "But also, the cannibals gave up more then they thought. I watched Kurts reaction when you hit the Jaguar, he didnt like it. So all we have to do is inflict some pain on the other two and he'll budge. As for Spinelli, Peircen made it clear she knows more then her and Kurt, which is good for us because she is less composed. Easier to crack." Kensie finished, but didnt look at Jacob, instead staring into the floor.

The fox noticed and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Everything alright?" He asked. "God Jacob, I hate doing this. I spent my whole career protecting civilians and now Im strapping them to chairs and torturing them." The shark replied, letting out a quite but annoyed huff. The grayfox only stayed silent for a moment before speaking. "Its a whole new world Kens, besides, their just canni..." "I know what they **censor** are." She interrupted, a little louder then she intended before dropping her voice down again. "But they are still people. Lets just get this done and over with so we can get Vex."

Jacob didnt question anything more, and they both turned back around and returned to their spots, the fox standing off to the side of Peircen and leaning on her chair, Kensie walking over to stand infront of Spinelli. She looked down at the doberman and put the smile back on her face before glancing over to Angder. "You almost done with that wolf? Im going to need it soon." Glancing back down at Spinelli she tapped her boot on the ground. "So, it appears you know more about the hospital then anybody else. I want to know about any weaknesses in the walls or structure."

[Angder]

Angder looks over. "Think so" he mutters. Keeping his speech to a minimum, not wanting to make it clear how uncomfortable he really was. Torture, they were really about to torture someone.

[moe]

Spinelli kept her head held low as Kensie approached her, having no interest in making eye contact until she was directly addressed.  She had also intended to remain quiet until addressed, but it was too late for that now.  Her head was starting to pool with irrational thoughts as she was brought into the foreground of the interrogation.  The doberman would start to lightly shiver as the shark stood before her; the blood flow throughout her body restricted by an overwhelming fear, which caused her soaked parka to send chills up her back.  While Kensie spoke to Angder, Spinelli would briefly glance over at him before lowering her head again as the questioning resumed.  "Ah—" she said, opening her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.  She'd pause for a few seconds while trying to organize her thoughts. "Uhm, well.  Structurally, there are quite a few weak points" she'd say while softly quivering.  "Like, ah.  The parking garage.  There's the parking lot in front of the ER, then there's a parking lot underneath, on ground floor.  The hospital is built on a slope, so, the slope starts at first floor, and then it slopes into the ground floor parking structure. The structure consists of concrete segments; the gaps are filled in by corrugated sheet metal nailed to some wood framing, it's nothing too elaborate" she explained while peering up at her.  "I could ramble off a ton of examples, but—" she said, shrugging her shoulders as she shuddered.  "Assuming you're trying to break in, I want you to know.  There's no easy way.  If there's not a wall there, it's not because we ran out of shipping containers.  It's because we didn't need them" she'd say while resting back into the chair, flexing her fingers that had gone numb from the zip tie.  "I may be able to help, but you've got to be more specific.  I mean, it's very complex.  It would be easier to draw it out for you, I have a sketch book on me.. I could draw you a map" She said.


(I made a correction on my last post, boilders/engine rooms are actually in the south wing.  Also, sorry about the late reply ><)

[Jacob Hail]

"Untie your hands?" Kensie said after Spinelli had finished, raising her eyebrow at the doberman. "Do I look like an idiot to you?" Walking over to Angder, she grabbed the screwdriver from him, the metal glowing a slight red as heat came down through the handle. It was larger then normal screwdrivers, more fit for prying things then screwing in bolts, an adequate tool for the job. The shark walked back over to Spinelli and grinned, looking over the searing hot screwdriver in her hands. "No, Im not going to free your hands, dont want to give you any ideas of escape. And just for record, yes, we would be trying to break in. But if it comes to that youll be dead by then." Leaning down, she holds the tool up to the dobermans nose, pressing it close enough to feel the heat without it touching. "You better start thinking nice and hard about how we will be able to get in, there has to be a way, nothings impenetrable." She said, quickly pulling the screwdriver away. She hoped that would scare the cannible enough to get what she wanted, lord knows she didnt want to burn the prisoner at all. Though, what she had planned for the screw driver wasnt any more pleasant.

Picking up the chair, the shark repositioned it infront of her captives, sitting down in it and curling her tail in her lap. She had tried to ignore the gunshot wound for as long as she could, but the dark crimson streaks running down her skin brought her attention back to it. But even though there was a sharp throbbing pain in her tail, she had been lucky, the bullet passed right through it and left a hole. Now all that was left was to seal it. "While nazi is thinking over there I have another question for you and you better answer pretty damn truthfully. How important are you guys to the hospital? Would anyone miss you if you were gone?" Kensie asked, gesturing to Kurt. She didnt look up from her tail though, holding the screwdriver above the wound before, hesitantly, dropping the burning tip down onto it. The shark pulled in a sharp breath and let in out in a long hiss as the smell of burning flesh began to emit, taking all her willpower to keep the tool against her wound as her tail twitched painfully.

[Angder]

Angder Relaxes slightly as the shark burns her tail. He looks over at each captive in turn, watching their arms. He idly wondered what was going to happen to them once the interrogation was over.

Why does he even care? They were Nazis and Cannibals, probably lying to save their own skins. If this ended with a bullet for each of them. A simple set of clean deaths... That would not bother him at all. In fact he would probably be happier about that happening than knowing they were free at the end.

[moe]

Spinelli watched Kensie as she turned her back on her to acquire the screwdriver from Angder. She'd rapidly shift her eyes towards Kurt, who was watching the doberman out of the corner of his eye.  A short moment of eye contact ensued between the two before Kensie turned to make her way back to Spinelli.  The shephard would continue to watch with a passive scold on his face, looking away just as the shark started to wield the screwdriver.  Kurt didn't act in defense of the doberman like he did with Peircen, and it wasn't because he didn't care.  He knew the cat's limitations, but he was still in the process of feeling out Spinelli.  He wanted her to be able to survive in this world; so Kurt, as well as Peircen, gave the doberman a never ending supply of tough love.
 
Spinelli's ears laid flat as her face was lit in the soft glow of the screwdriver, nervously bearing her teeth while her deep brown eyes broadened, wearily gazing down the length of her muzzle at the tip of the screwdriver.  The expression on her face continued to linger long after the shark had withdrawn to her chair.  She had tried being honest, even helpful, but she was starting to realize that this wasn't going to save her.  She needed to come up with some answers the shark would be satisfied with, and soon, regardless of their legitimacy.
 
As Kensie started to situate herself in the chair, all three of them looked on at her.  Well, would you look at that Kurt thought as he observed the running blood, content with the idea that one of his rounds had hit its target.  Regardless of his satisfaction, he retained a stoic expression as she resumed questioning.  He'd remain silent as she applied the scorching metal to her wound, waiting for an appropriate moment to begin speaking before Peircen broke out into a brief fit of laughter.  "No" the jaguar said just as she finished laughing.  "I already told you.  We were smugglers, the bastards at the hospital know that" she sneered.  "If Kurt's friend hadn't stuck his neck out for us, they'd of shot all of us.  Kurt's friend is a hierarch in Gleisner's SS, and not even those assholes like us.  I mean, look who they sent as a replacement for Kevi" she ranted, gesturing her head towards Spinelli. "Seriously, the SS is a bunch of mean bastards, and what do they send us?  A **censor** tattoo artist" she said.  "If that's not a big ol' '**censor** you,' then I don't know what is" she grunted.
 
"She's right, for the most part" Kurt commented.  "For the most part" Spinelli said calmly, ignoring yet another insult.  "This specific unit isn't permitted to go near the hospital grid, as well as many other volunteer units associated with the northern outpost.  So, are we important?  No.  Will we be missed?  Yes.  If there isn't a motorized scout un—" Spinelli said before Kurt spoke over her.  "That's enough" he said while looking over at the doberman before he'd look to the shark with a careless scold.  "There's your answer.  They don't care, but they will notice.  Now, if you want to get in, you're shit out of luck.  Getting in and out of there is like clockwork, me and Reg would know.  You need an insider, and I happen to know of a few.  Also, if the girl wants to draw you a damn picture, why not let her?  She had the chance to shoot up half your group, but I called her off" he said while momentarily glancing at Angder.  "I think you can trust her with a **censor** pencil, don't you?" He said, sternly.
 
Just as Kurt finished, Peircen took a long drag of air through her nose, shrugging as she shuttered in pure contentment to the smell of Kensie's sweltering flesh.  The jaguar would then lean in as far as she could towards Jacob, tilting her head back to look up at him. "Ya smell that, renard?" She'd say with a rasp to her voice due to the acute angle of her head.  "Fiish fillet!" The jaguar taunted, chattering her fangs in a sinister grin.

[Jacob Hail]

"Ah **censor**..." Kensie hissed, pulling the screw driver back from her wound after she sealed it. "Angder, could you look back in the kitchen and see if you could find a few rags?" She asked, her tail still stwitching. The shark then let out a shuddered sigh and composed herself, looking up at Kurt. "Please, dont flatter yourself. You told me tourself she cant shoot shit. Besides, im not going to take..."  She began, but was interrupted by Jacobs laughter.

The fox grinned down at Peircen, chuckling as he tapped the tire iron against her shoulder. "That was pretty funny. You like jokes? I got one for you. Why did the arsonist go to the gym?" He asked, drawing the question out a bit as he grabbed onto her chair and dragged her away from the others, placing her a good distance away. He raised an eyebrow at her, letting the question hang in the air as he turned and walked out of the cafe, his silhouette illuminated against the flashing lights as his figure dug through the trunk of the cruiser, returning shortly dripping wet as he carried a metal canister in his hands. "To burn some caleries." Walking over to Peircen, he opened the container and began to dump the contents on her, pouring it over her head and face and down the front of her chest and lap, the smell of kerosene overwhelming the jaguars nose. He poured so much of it on her it began to puddle at her feet; another, more sarcastic, laugh emitting from the grayfox. "Hahahahaha isnt this funny?! Arnt we having fun?! Because thats what you **censor** seems to think this is, one big **censor** game!" Once the container was empty he whipped it to the side, sending clattering loudly across the ground until it dinged against Kensies chair. The shark stared wide eyed at her partner, a clearly visible look of uneasiness on her face, hoping this was just a ploy. Jacob turned back around and glared at Kurt, a look of anger and annoyance on his face. "All the jokes, smart assery, talking out of line. You cannible bastards seem pretty comfortable in those chairs." The fox dug into his pocket and pulled out a flip lighter, slowly flicking it open and igniting a flame. "Maybe I need to remind you of the situation you are in. So hows about it Shepherd, ever had roasted jaguar before?"