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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2017 21:42:15 GMT -4
I press my gun to his temple, tightening my grip around his neck. "You're gonna lay that gun down, and you're gonna do it now, or I'm gonna do a little painting here with your friend. I'm sure we can spruce this place up real nice," I say, anger rising in my voice.
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Post by Kynikos on Jul 30, 2017 21:49:48 GMT -4
She stares at you for a moment, thinking. "If you drop the gun, I'll drop the gun and we can talk this all civil like, okay? I'm sure you don't want to be joining the corpse parade and I'm tryna get him somewhere. Yeah?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2017 21:59:52 GMT -4
"You're not exactly in control of this situation. DROP THE FUCKING GUN!!!" I shout in pure anger, tightening up on my grip around the man's neck. I hoped that my obscene act of rage would put some sense into this woman.
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Post by Kynikos on Jul 30, 2017 22:03:49 GMT -4
She hesitates, but lowers the rifle. If not a complete success, you're no longer having it pointed at you. "Now you!" She shouts from across the room.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2017 22:06:37 GMT -4
"On the ground. I want it five feet from you. I know damn well as soon as I let this man go you'd riddle me with bullets," I say, my tone calmer now, but definitely still imbued with anger.
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Post by Kynikos on Jul 30, 2017 22:09:11 GMT -4
"Are you kidding? I ain't fuckin' riskin' my neck for this lad! He's not worth my own goddamn life in this mania! You can get bent and shoot all ya want into his-" She gets cut off by the man you're holding starting to yell at her.
"Oi! You're my goddamn sister, what the fuck! You said we'd look after each other and this ain't lookin' after each other! If this was my neck on the line, I wouldn't think about it twice! But nah, you gotta go risk yer own brother's fuckin' life 'cause you can't swallow your own bloody pride!"
"Will you fuckin' shut up?"
This continues on for a bit and you're thinking you're losing control of the situation.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2017 22:20:24 GMT -4
I tighten my grip around the man's windpipe, cutting his words off. "I WON'T ASK AGAIN! DROP THE FUCKING GUN OR I WILL BLOW THIS MAN'S BRAINS OUT YOU!!! ON THE FUCKING GROUND!"
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Post by Kynikos on Jul 30, 2017 22:22:53 GMT -4
"Yea, well you can fuckin' go to hel-" You hear the taletell fire of some kind of pistol and she takes it, falling over to the ground. It seems that all the shouting attracted some attention.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2017 22:24:28 GMT -4
I jack the man in the side of the head with the butt of the pistol, scrambling for pistol that had dropped from the counter.
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Post by Kynikos on Jul 30, 2017 22:25:52 GMT -4
You nail him with the pistol, sliding to grab the pistol on the floor. Bullets fly over you and you now have the pistol, having flipped over to see who's firing at you.
A man is holding a pistol, currently aiming at the fallen man just right outside the window. Out of the corner of your eye, you see someone else moving on the street.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2017 22:34:54 GMT -4
I try to get suitable cover before evaluating my options, looking for an exit or maybe something that could help me in such a situation.
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Post by Kynikos on Jul 30, 2017 22:42:10 GMT -4
You quickly scramble behind a thick oak desk, hearing a pistol go off and a short scream behind you. The elevator is right behind you, doors open due to a corpse blocking the doors from shutting. However with how unreliable the power is, that may not be your best option. The staircase remains across the room and the offices are a shorter run but still a bit dicey. Sporadic gunfire goes off outside.
You quickly check the pistol's ammo, five bullets. A first aid kit and a fire axe are very close, along with plates, chairs, silverware, mugs, and other things found at a breakfast bar.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2017 22:54:28 GMT -4
I do my best to stuff the medical kit in my bag, then grab the axe and make a run for the elevator. I keep my head low, practically crawling.
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Post by Kynikos on Jul 30, 2017 22:58:50 GMT -4
You grab the medical kit in one hand, being too awkard to toss it into your backpack as you move, while you grab the axe along the way. Kicking the corpse out of the way, the elevator shuts. No one fired at you while you were crawling.
The inside of the elevator is sparse, with floors ranging from 1-20. It appears the power is currently on. Your room is at floor 7. The pool is at 9 along with the gym, and the kitchen is at floor 19. Roof access is 20. The grate above you can be opened up for emergency access if needed.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2017 22:59:57 GMT -4
I first try to activate the elevator, hoping the electricity still works.
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Post by Kynikos on Jul 30, 2017 23:03:59 GMT -4
You activate the elevator. Power is currently functioning.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2017 23:04:35 GMT -4
I press the button to floor seven.
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Post by Kynikos on Jul 30, 2017 23:12:35 GMT -4
The elevator dings happily at floor seven. Your room is at 752. Peering out the window, you can see a minor gunfight brewing between several people.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2017 23:17:40 GMT -4
I make my way to my room, stuffing the medkit in my backpack. Now with the hatchet and pistol, I decided the cleaver was outdated. I toss it to the side.
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Post by Kynikos on Jul 30, 2017 23:31:01 GMT -4
You stuff the medkit into your backpack and drop the cleaver. You enter your room. You did not get very far into unpacking before you left, but your clothing remains along with your laptop, some books, a few souvenirs picked at random, a gold necklace, and several tickets and an itinerary that probably isn't worth that much anymore. Gavin
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Long-sleeved shirt/pants/shoes/gloves
Fire Axe
Civilian Pistol - 5/7
Inventory - Backpack
Outdated Gas Mask - 3 Filters [0 used, 24 hours each]
Food - 3/4 meals
Thermos - Filled
Change of Clothing - Pants and T-Shirt
Phone [100%] [Shut Off]
Charger for Phone
Wallet
Apartment 203 Key
Hotel Room 752 Card Key
Camera [Two rolls of film/10 pictures each]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2017 23:51:10 GMT -4
I lock the door behind me before proceeding any further. After looking around at what I have, decide to pocket the gold necklace and grab a different change of clothes. I go for a black, long-sleeved t-shirt and dark jeans if possible, knowing the protection and camoflauge the clothes provide would be useful. Other than that, I get a drink of water before heading out into the hallway again.
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Post by Kynikos on Jul 31, 2017 0:00:07 GMT -4
You change clothing and head into the hallway.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2017 0:01:24 GMT -4
I take the stairs and head up to the pool.
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Post by Kynikos on Jul 31, 2017 0:06:33 GMT -4
You ascend to the pool. It is deserted, with what appears to have been some kind of shootout. One corpse floats facedown in the pool like some awful horror movie, gun presumably at the bottom of the pool. The other one seemed to have been wounded and crawled to a corner before dying. There doesn't appear to be anything on him besides his clothing from your once-over.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2017 0:11:46 GMT -4
I search the pool and the area around it, looking for anything that might be of use to me.
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